First rant...or how my hate for crisomo sapiens started (rant) Hi guys, i've been lurking here for a while and never had the courage to post (big introverted here) but i want to be a more active member of the sub so there i post.  (Forgive my english, french shitlady here)  So this happened two years ago, i met a guy online and he didnt look fat at all in his pictures (later found out they were 5 years old and he was lying about his age)  I was not a shitlady at the time, i was 18 extremely depressed (burnout after entering prep school) but i already didnt like fats and was fascinated by how disgusting they could be.  I agreed to meet the guy because i thought it could make me less depressed to see more people. It was silly of me tho to meet him at his house.  When he oppened the door i could not recognize him.  He was maybe around 230 lbs, had a disgusting orange beard and greasy hair with pig like eyes, the kind that glares at food with lust.  He lied about his weight and about his age ( 29 instead of 22). I was shocked but being the too-kind fool that i was i still went into his house. I wish i never did that. We talked a while on his couch, i thought although he looked disgusting he could be a friend. But now i know you can't and shouldnt be friends with balls of lard.  The conversation went on on my depression and i told him i hated physical contact with strangers and i didnt like being around a lot of people. It is something that is related to my past and i always warn people about that phobia.  The beast started getting closer to me, then he pushed me on his couch as if it was "playing" and hold my legs. He did so to prove me my phobia was bullshit to him and he could "cure me" At this point i was terrified and started crying. I told him to let go of me and he started "tickling me" when i was fucking crying and trying to push him away.  He finally let go and i was in total shock i couldnt stop crying. He then went on a rant about how i was boring as hell and kept on critisizing me.  I left the room still crying and when i tried to leave by the door it was locked and he told me i couldnt go if i didnt hug him before.... I refused...i was unable to move a muscle i wanted him to disappear and be as far as possible. He saw i was not moving so he hugged me anyway as i started crying again and then opened the door. I dont think i have ever run as fast as then when i finally got out of this nightmare.  This experience with that neckbeard fedora gentle blob giant whatever you call these monsters was the begining of my intense hate for fat fucks, who are often not only fat but so delusional and entitled and similar to each other to the point they loose their humanity.  Have you always hated fat or do you have a particular crisomo sapiens who triggered this hate ?  (Again sorry for my english)