Molested by a fatty. Again. So I went camping with what was supposed to be three other people from reddit. Due to varying circumstances, most declined to appear except the one hosting- the camping included three obese teenage moms (each of whom blew up like a balloon during pregnancy, and not from the baby. Now the girl who had hosted me was herself obese, but she was losing weight, so I thought "what the fuck ever, right? She knows I posted to /r/fatpeoplehate back when that was a thing, so she knows I don't find fat people attractive." Well, some family drama kicked up and I got hammered and fucked off for a while while they sorted their shit out (really didn't involve me, it involved one of the teenage mommas deciding that she didn't want to be a mom after all and dropping her retarded kid off on the grandma and... blah blah, this is all beside the point). Regardless, the point is that I got fucking hammered and passed out in my tent. That's when the fatass apparently came inside my tent and jammed her hands down my pants. Fuck. That. I told her no, and she began to argue with me, saying she was "doing it as a friend," and a bunch of other shit I didn't care about. No fatty touches my junk- ever. Leaving aside that this is grounds for sexual assault and all, this actually isn't the first time this happened to me, and I swore to myself I'd never let it happen again. Apparently the reason Other Person #1 never showed up was that she'd tried this on him when he came to visit last time, too. Like that somehow made what she was doing any better. She had no luck with him, either, and when I called him about it as a "what the fuck was that!?" He laughed and said that it happened to him, too, but he didn't think she'd try it on me, given my controversial history of hating fat people. Here's the general gist of why I really hate fat people: They keep insisting that I'm a terrible person for not wanting to sleep with them because they're fat. Let's go over why fat people are fucking unattractive: 1: They smell. This is an objective fact that their hygiene is repulsive. This can come from them being so fat they are unable to wipe their own asses- amazon even sells ass-wiping sticks for the fatties who can't reach their own behinds so they can vaguely try to get it with a rag. Disgusting. http://www.amazon.com/Long-Reach-Comfort-Wipe-1/dp/B001G70QW8  Dietary problems from eating lots of junk food creates oily skin. Since they're fat and in the sun, sweating a lot due to large surface area is inevitable, and being unable to wash every inch of themselves means it festers and smells horrible. This makes even being in proximity to these horrible fatties unappealing. 2: You can't make whatever regrettable tragedy that would happen with a hambeast into a real relationship. Let's assume the worst happens and you somehow "go with it." I would be miserable, because they and I lead utterly different lifestyles. I can't go biking, hiking, walking, climbing a tree, playing frisbee, go for a walk down at the park, etc., without them weighing me down like a ball and chain (well, they're certainly shaped spherically) that I'm perpetually dragging behind me. They'd be pleased as punch, no doubt, though. I did date an overweight woman in 2008, and goodness me that was a tragic mistake that I'm never repeating.  There was this one girl in college who shot me down and recommended a fatty ride the back instead, in the same sentence, with said fatty right there. I deflected, and said that I could not even get them to ride my moped, because she alone exceeds the weight limit of the tires. While true, this got me yelled at like I was some terrible thing, like I'd invented the physics behind it. Excuse me for not wanting to bottom out my suspension on your fat ass, you fucking cunts. 3: They make it out like I'm the problem when I won't fuck them, when they're the ones with a very visible medical disorder that they've inflicted on themselves. This annoys me quite a lot- like it's my attitude or something that's the problem, and not their medical condition. Then they act like I should pay attention to any achievements they may have made through life, like a GED. Firstly, I can't fuck your diploma, get that shit out of my face. (Besides, I got my college degree years ago, waving a GED in my face is not going to impress me.) 4: They effectively try to guilt trip/corner you into a relationship. At every fucking turn they do this shit. Their friends are nice to you, they'll ply you with alcohol, they'll compliment, and then in turn they'll fish for compliments ("so what do you like about me," and that sort of thing. Unfortunately, in mixed company, the line "I don't have a fishing line long enough to find the deep sea creature ugly enough to compare you as beautiful to" constitutes a "party foul" so you make something up that they can later use as an excuse for "but you like me, you said- (list forced compliment).") It's like they think they can manipulate you into a relationship, then get angry when you stop playing ball or shoot them down. I get it, it must be frustrating getting shot down like that all the time, but I'm not obligated to find you sexy. Playing the easy "nice" move, especially when you grew up quiet or shy, or afraid of confrontation, well, that means continuing one step towards kissing-the-fatty, which you don't want to do. Then, failing all that, they try the old "get him drunk and molest him" thing. Which has now happened twice. Remember: Fat people tend to be terrible human beings.