/lit/ - Literature

I sometimes wonder if my sexual preferences have not bled into my wider tastes in art and aesthetics. In fact, maybe this is entirely expected and totally inevitable.

I have a pretty serious fat fetish. Nothing gets me erect like a big girl. If I were to list the physical qualities I most prefer in a woman, they'd probably be a big fat belly, big heavy breasts, a great big bottom, and a plump double chin.

And, when I think about it, it might almost be accurate to use the word "big" to describe my sense of aesthetics, as well. I tend to be a heavy maximalist in multiple elements of art. I'm a writer and a poet myself, and in both what I write and what I read I tend to gravitate towards heavy, lush prose and meter. Moby-Dick, The Book of the New Sun, The Sound and the Fury, these are some of my favorite novels, and it's easy to describe them as maximalist in style, deliberately lush and 'pretty' in the way they're written and structured. Big and over the top. In poetry I love the gigantic, the immense, and the heavily beautiful. Milton, Dante, that sort of thing. Lush, overwhelming imagery and sonic qualities.

In the visual arts I love the Baroque. I love the intensity, the overwhelming heavy emotion, of baroque sculpture and painting. In music, I love two periods of classical music the best: the Baroque and the Romantic. I actually have found myself liking the Neoclassical period less and less over time, with its balance, its restraint, and its delibrate striving after harmony. I tend to love the heaviness and the warmth of the Baroque period, and the intense emotion and passion of the Romantic period. Bach, Vivaldi, and Rameau, on the one hand, and Dvorak, Mendelssohn, and Brahms, on the other hand, are what I like.

So maybe it's all of a piece. Maybe my sensual tastes are just all united around a love of things that overwhelm and overflow. Maybe loving overwhelming passion in art and loving big fat girls go together.

Or maybe it doesn't. I don't know. Fetishes are weird.