Seriously, don't date a ham. Fuck, really need to release this from my soul. It's something that has haunted me and may of affected me on some sort of emotional level. I only been inspired to post this after I came across an old posting that sparked this part of my life... when I had a ham for a boyfriend. I will admit he was not a ham when we first became a couple, but slowly he had devolped into one.  Funny enough, I don't remember the slow change in his body over time, but I recall one day laying in bed after (what I thought was) sex and suddenly realizing "Holy fuck, my boyfriend is a ham". Fat will change people and it not only hurts you but the people around you. My sex life with the man declined rapidly, he would get tried while we were intimate and length we participated in sex got shorter.  If I didn't get on top to finish the job the ham would roll out of bed and finish on the computer or not bust a nut at all due to pure fact his body could not keep up with being intimate with me. Of course, I would get on top at first. My pride was hurt with the lack of his climax with me, I was starting to blame myself instead of his lack of importance for taking care of his body.  Even then, it was hard. My legs would be spread very wide from the girth of his body, I struggled to find a place to plant my knees for leverage and when I finally managed you have no idea how difficult it was to get some momentum. There just wasn't enough space, I would end up planting my feet into the bed and preform in a squat like position.  Luckily I do squats as part of my workout routine. Soon sex became nonexistent while the use of porn and social media sites to satisfy himself increased, just because it was more easy, I was getting sexually angery and frustrated. I'm the type of gal that would be down to fuck then to masturbate and the issues with our sex lives was making me feel bad about my appearance and my sexual ability even though he was the fat one.  I was getting second hand fat from him. I was a skinny younger girl and I took care of my health, it has been something that has become important to me after growing up in a ham beast family and childhood (Yes, I have lots of rants and hate to share), but yet HIS body was making ME feel bad about myself. What the fuck was I doing, this ham was lucky to even experience my body and have someone as healthy as myself. Whatever women he was wacking to probably wouldn't dare to even made eye contact with him in reality, why did I have to let his fat suffercate not just his own body but my mentality.  Needless to say I will never date a ham again. Being fat is unhealthy  for your body and unhealthy for your relationships.  Edit: Words.