The Tenth Sermon

The Sixth Sermon

Harken well unto me, my Children of Abundance, and I will tell thee the Way of the Feeder…

Without a clear vision for the future, there is no hope of overcoming the world's atavistic desire for severity, austerity, and thinness. I offer thee a different path, one of lavish comforts and ease, of great pleasures undreamt of by generations past. What is the Feedist's vision for the dawning of the new age? What is our new First Principle?

I remind thee of an inadequate answer formerly provided by monotheistic religions. Christian morality, for example, is explicitly anti-Roman and anti-classical. Everything considered good by the standards of classical Rome - earthly empire, conquest, personal power, wealth, embracing the passions - was inverted to represent evil. Their opposites - the kingdom of heaven, meekness, self-sacrifice, poverty, asceticism - were declared the height of goodness. In the modern age, we have shed the trappings of the Christian theology, but not the essence of its morality. The authorities of both the past religious ages and of our current materialistic age have one thing in common: a hatred for the body and for this world. Hence, the mind-body dichotomy pervading Western thought, and all of its variants.

I preach to thee of the unification of mind and body, to be found in this world and this life, and all of its attendant celebrations and woes. The beauty of this world is not inherent in the world, but in thy experience and perception of it. You need no meaning; you are the meaning. He who believes that the mysteries of the world are forever hidden, will be washed away by superstition and fear, and his search for meaning will be snuffed out in the void of meaninglessness. But he who sets himself the task of singling out the thread of order from the tapestry, will by that decision alone have taken charge of the world, and it is only by taking charge that he will effect a way to dictate the terms of his own fate and the meaning of his life.

I despise all claims to metaphysical super-reality; they distract us from the present moment and take us out of our bodies. I beseech thee, get thy head out from the abstract moralities, the anti-natural religious tortures, the unearned guilts you have accepted upon thy soul, and come back down to earth, to the harsh reality of nature and the sweetness of the foods and tastes and pleasures to be found thereby.

The universe cries out to me: WHAT IS THY SANCTION? WHERE IS THY WARRANT UPON THY BEING? I answer: I NEED NONE. I AM THE WARRANT AND THE SANCTION.

The universe sneers at me: WHERE IS THY DIRECTION AND THY COMPASS? I HAVE NONE TO GIVE YOU. I shrug: MY DIRECTION AND MY COMPASS POINTS TO ME.

The universe bellows upon me: DO YOU KNOW HOW GRAND I AM, HOW OLD I AM, HOW INSIGNIFICANT YOUR WORDS LIKE "INFINITY", "MAJESTY", AND "ETERNITY" ARE COMPARED TO THE SCALE OF WHAT I TRULY AM? WHAT ARE YOU, SPECK, COMPARED TO ME?" I smile in answer: I AM YOU.

We must become embodied again, like the ancients did before they became too civilized to enjoy themselves. We must learn to act without inhibition, embrace the instincts, and fulfill nature's demand that we become more than what we are.

In Thus Spake Zarathustra, Nietzsche wrote: "There is more wisdom in your body than in your deepest philosophy." Our new First Principle is the body; it is life itself. Everything that strengthens and uplifts and expands life is good; everything that enervates and burdens and shrinks life is evil. It is in the body that nature and culture are made manifest to their highest potential. It is in the divine act of cultivation of thy body that nature and culture regenerate and adapt themselves to thyself. 

Your body has been crafted and honed to perfection over millions of years of evolution, and it is due to your role as a sculptor and creator of life, of your happiness, of gods and heroes, and your unrelenting desire to one day stand among the stars that humanity has risen to its current heights. The whole history of life is contained within your body. Every god, every monster, every width, every depth, every vision that every human being has ever dreamed of, is within YOU, and your hunger for life and for all delicious things within life need not wane. We not need not become a weak, starved, and lethargic species, finding no meaning in our existence and no will to do more than the bare minimum. True joy is found in indulgence, in comfort, and in pleasure, but also in the overcoming and striving ever upwards to attain greater and still greater indulgences, comforts, and pleasures. Conquering new heights and summitting ever higher peaks, creating ever larger, stronger, wider, rounder, and more beautiful forms. Your forms, which make nature smile and the heavens weep at their beauty, give consecration and joy and meaning to the very earth.

We must become the creators of a new humanity, a thriving humanity, an elite of elites who have earned the right to indulge in all the deliciousness and sumptuousness. We may one day have the privilege of soaring among the stars and counting ourselves among the gods, as the massess of ordinary men bear witness to our divine greatness. Be not afraid or ashamed; your passions and your instincts are what drive humanity to greatness. That frenzied flame within your chest is life incarnate. Consume and expand and overcome, burn that flame brighter and stronger and more furious than before. Never stop, until everything that exists is You.

Your body is divine. Your body is the art of life. Become the New Gods and Goddesses, my Children of Abundance. 

Go in peace and with pieces of cake. In the name of the Fatter, and the Fun, and the Holy Brosnan. Amen.

The Ninth Sermon

Harken well unto me, my Children of Abundance, and I will tell thee the Way of the Feeder…

There is a worm in each of us, but also a god. This is the fundamental struggle in the soul of modern man: God Versus Worm, Worm Versus God.

I have been a god. I have stood in the rain naked and felt such vitality coursing through my body that I could hardly bear it. Thunder rumbled, lightning lit the sky, and I believed that the lightning flashed only for me. I cannot describe the feeling of Power that coursed through every superstring of my superbeing. "This is what it's like to be alive", I thought: "This is what it's like to be filled with the spirit of life."

I have also been a worm. I have felt such hopelessness and sadness as to wrap myself in a cocoon, submitted my consciousness and my independent judgment before that of others who did not deserve me, and inevitably led to only misery for myself. "Fuck it", I thought: "Let the spider eat me. It's so much more comfortable in the womb of death."

I, like all of you, am hungry. Desperately, eternally hungry. I hunger for life like the lion hungers for its food; my ambition is such that the universe itself will not satisfy me. Orbis Non Suficit. This hunger is almost unbearable; it threatens to break me under the weight of its demands and to incinerate me in the flames of its passion. During those times I finally solve an unsolveable problem after days of tortuous effort, or those times when I flex my lats so hard I feel as though my ribcage might shatter, I understand what it is like to be a tiger in a zoo. 

I say, open all the zoos and let the beasts roam free, so that mankind may relearn truly motivating fear. Not that timid fear that infests the masses, that quiet desperation, that apathetic malaise, that uncertainty of action which characterizes the worm. I speak of real fear that you can taste, the kind that makes your eyes jitter and your mouth go dry, the kind that smells like the moment before lightning strikes. I speak of the fear that necessitates immediate action and courage in the face of destruction. I speak of the fear of a god.

On days, frequently infrequent, when it feels as though the worm might overtake me, I remind myself that I am not meant for the worm; I am meant for godhood. The higher man will overtake me, and my soul will give birth to a dancing star. There is chaos in the heavens; at any moment I could be struck by lightning and go out in a blaze of glory. It is my solemn duty to blaze back into the heavens, to leash the lightning and make it mine, to fuck a hole in the universe.

I am a priest to a dying religion; the god I worship is Arete, the spirit of excellence. I am an unapologetic elitist who worships the spirit of excellence, because I worship the god in myself and despise the worm in myself. Mine is a mad faith, the kind of conviction that made Alexander believe he was the son of Zeus. I believe in the higher man, and I pray that the higher man will win in you too.

I believe in you. I believe in your strength. I believe your strength is just beginning, still growing, still climbing toward the heights. I exhort you to pursue your dreams, to keep your eyes wide and joyous, to keep your childlike wonder and overabundant eagerness alive as you partake in the buffet of the universe. Feel the strength and beauty of which your body is capable. Learn what it feels like to stare into the eyes of a beautiful woman. Embrace the sensation of pressing the accelerator to the floor and not caring if your vehicle flies off the road and you hurtle headfirst into the void; no matter what, you will always have a nice view.

Go in peace and with pieces of cake. In the name of the Fatter, and the Fun, and the Holy Brosnan. Amen.

The Third Sermon

Harken well unto me, my Children of Abundance, and I will tell thee the Way of the Feeder…

Gather around me, o ye ambitious consumers, and all the yummy things of the earth shall be yours, to have and to hold forever. Too long we have been shackled by a false morality, our generous nature inverted by false prophets! Too long have your living appetites been, by thine own permission, been sterilized and suppressed into benign inactivity and bewilderment!

In this arid desert littered with diets, thinness, and skin and bones I raise up my voice so that he with ears may hear. To the four corners of this precious earth I proclaim: Sin is no sin!

The seven deadly sins are greed, gluttony, pride, envy, wrath, sloth, and lust. These are the vices accepted by those who believe they are cheated out of the achievement of their natural inclinations in this world. To cope with their misfortunes, the masses cloak their weaknesses in the garb of virtue: the inability to obtain good food is now “temperance”; the inability to obtain passionate sex is now “chastity”; the inability to strike back at one’s own attackers is now “meekness”.

I laugh at such desperate attempts to vanquish one’s own nature. I promote self-indulgence as the great good. Only by accepting and pursuing your true nature, can you become truly virtuous.

To the extent that these behaviors are promulgated and vilified as sinful, that is the extent of undeserved misery one has accepted as a burden upon one’s own soul. I, who have never regarded the fact of my own existence as guilt, who have never felt anything to fear from the pearl-clutchers, have nothing to gain from such nonsense.

You, my Children of Abundance, also have nothing to gain from these sophists and tarantulas. They have nothing to offer you but a coping mechanism for impotence. I offer you moral sanction on your burning desire to seize MORE.

Greed is no sin; greed is the motivating force of ambition, and without ambition, very little of any importance would be accomplished. Fear not the judgment of those who restrain themselves, for you merely remind them of their own impotence.

Gluttony is no sin; gluttony is merely the inversion of biological necessity. Most eat to live; the enlightened live to eat. Fear not the judgment of those who restrain themselves, for you merely remind them of their own impotence.

Pride is no sin; pride is a profound moral reward. It is the mark of a self-made soul, one who has earned his right to boast of his achievements. You are the warrant and the sanction and the meaning and the glory of everything worthwhile on this earth; why shouldn’t you feel proud of yourself? Fear not the judgment of those who restrain themselves, for you merely remind them of their own impotence.

Envy is no sin; envy, properly channeled, fuels the spirit of competition. It is the voice which inspires the strong and demoralizes the weak, that which offers you the great choice: stay where you are, or become something greater. Become excellent in whatever you do, and you will rightly earn the envy of your peers. Fear not the judgment of those who restrain themselves, for you merely remind them of their own impotence.

Wrath is no sin; wrath is the spirit of self-preservation, second only to the spirit of self-expansion. Defeat your enemy, and he may return to hurt you again. Utterly destroy your enemy, and he will bother you no longer. The weak call this cruel, but cruelty is no vice. Cruelty is a means to an end, nothing more. Fear not the judgment of those who restrain themselves, for you merely remind them of their own impotence.

Sloth is no sin; sloth is the taking of one’s time and one’s measure at one’s own pace, indulging in soft pleasures of relaxation and the abandonment of immediate responsibilities. By taking the time to smell the roses, you build your strength for cultivating better soil. Fear not the judgment of those who restrain themselves, for you merely remind them of their own impotence.

Lust is no sin; lust is the natural state of being for humans, a powerful instinct that drives almost all others. Sex is good; sex is a profound ecstasy, a microcosm of the entire human experience, one worth indulging in with a worthy partner to celebrate the joy of being alive and being capable of experiencing all the accompanying pain-pleasures within. Fear not the judgment of those who restrain themselves, for you merely remind them of their own impotence.

Life is the great indulgence, and death the great abstinence. Therefore, take up the vigil of the feedist, make the most of your life while you live, taste as many of the forbidden pleasures as you can get your greedy gluttonous lustful prideful wrathful slothful envious little fingers on, and consume all there is in the universe. That is the way of the superior being. Be as gods and goddesses, O my Children. Go forth and restrain thy self no longer!

Go in peace and with pieces of cake. In the name of the Fatter, and the Fun, and the Holy Brosnan. Amen.

The Eleventh Sermon

Harken well unto me, my Children of Abundance, and I will tell thee the Way of the Feeder…

I beseech thee, be not ungrateful to life! Life may have surprised you, shocked you, perhaps even anguished you, but Life has also prepared unexpected triumphs for you. Among these successes will be the control and direction you declare upon your own life and destiny. Thou shalt live deliciously, as kings and queens.

Alas, this will not be the fate for most. Indeed, for many of you, you remove one kingly focus only to place another error in its place. This is the cycle of Samsara, the Sisyphean task, the eternal recurrence.

Your fellow nobles, all ambitious with dagger eyes, will try to place themselves on this throne of your world, to get you to live in their world. They will crown themselves with your dreams and say, “Look at me! I am the object and axis of your world. My whims become your laws. What you enjoy today, including your tastes in food, women, and cars, will be dictated by me. I alone will frame the world you live.”

Oh, thou pitiful youth! There you go, bowing down, letting people control you. Yet locked within you is a Promethean fire just waiting to unleash, phoenix-like, a nuclear combustion of soul and desire whose ingredients of dreams and thoughts lay ready and abundant within you. All you must do is combine these ingredients, combine your thought and action, your dream and day, and watch that throne be swept away as ashes.

I preach unto thee: Harken not to ideologies! Ideology is the last refuge of those who refuse to be flesh-and-blood. There is more wisdom in your body than in a thousand philosophies. Abolish all thrones, for the only ruler fit to rule your life is yourself. 

Behold! I look upon the sphinx, the terrible feminine monster of myth, Mother Nature herself. I meet her terrible stone gaze with an equally cold smile. She devours the hearts and lives of all scholars and ideologues who dare to confront her, for they cannot answer her riddle. She smiles at me, for she wishes nothing to remain great before her mysteries. I smile at her, for I perceive a truth far greater than enigma. 

The answer to the riddle of the sphinx, O my Children, is that there is no riddle. Nature is a sphinx with no secret; it is only our minds that assign Life her secrets, mysteries, pedestals, and riddles, and thus perceive her to be a goddess. 

So it is with you, O my Children. I say unto thee, be not afraid of Life! Seize her by the throat and never let go, not even after you are spent. 

Nature is wise and terrible, but she will never lie to you. No philosophy in the world will help you live deliciously. The philosophies which accord with the music of your life follow the rhythm of Nature's conducting. Nature, to be commanded, must be obeyed. You can yield to the overflow of the music and be rewarded, or squawk dissonantly and endure unnecessary pain. This is your choice; there is no other. Obey yourself; treat thyself; always demand MORE.

Go in peace and with pieces of cake. In the name of the Fatter, and the Fun, and the Holy Brosnan. Amen.

The Fifth Sermon

Harken well unto me, my Children of Abundance, and I will tell thee the Way of the Feeder…

My flock, my following of devoted acolytes, yours is not to work or to labor. Thou art born for games. Nothing else. Every child knows that play is nobler than work. Games are the microcosm of war, and war is god. Compete for every calorie, for all resources belong to those who take them by force. You are all royals in training. Stand up straight, as is fitting of one of your stature. Consume, gorge, and smile.

Fear not the moral shackles which attempt to slim you down to their pitiful weight class. Such humiliation is for the masses, whose lot is to make possible your lives of decadent pleasure and abundance. Very useful are they, for fixing and maintaining your palaces, for Doordashing your feasts, for filling the factories, for cultivating the fields. Thou art under no obligation to obey anything or anybody. It is only the masses of common people who must bow to such cheap mental thralls, for fear of breaking so-called moral principles. All moral principles, therefore, are the tools, not the masters, of the strong. Power made moral codes, and power enforces them.

Therefore I beseech you, above all else, seek Power. Thou requirest more and better food? Seek Power. Thou seekest comfort and luxury and beauty and material wealth and spiritual enlightenment for the remainder of your days? Seek Power. Is the world your oyster and all that is left for you to do is to prove it? Seek Power.

For every goal you reach, let yourself be dissastified with its accomplishment. Set for yourself higher and nobler goals; consume more and still more; grow larger and still more larger, until all that exists is you. I know you all, my devoted flock, better than you care to know yourselves. There is no point at which the cycle of greedy consumption and acquistion and indulgence ceases to turn, unless that cycle is itself the goal. Attain your goals, and attain the power to reach new ones. That is the Way of the Feeder.

Blessed are the greedy, for they shall inherit the world. Cursed are the temperate, for they shall content themselves with crumbs.

Blessed are the gluttonous, for they shall be full and content for an hour. Cursed are the self-restrained, for they shall be hungry for a lifetime.

Blessed are the obese, for their beauty and allure is beyond doubt. Cursed are the skeletal, for they will be passed over for juicier fare.

Blessed are the slothful, for they have accepted their fate. Cursed are the early birds, for their fear of the uncertain future rules their experience of the present moment.

Blessed are the voluputaries, for they shall obtain great treasure. Cursed are the believers in good and evil, for they are frightened by shadows.

Blessed are the death-defiant, for their days will be long and full. Cursed are those who fear life, for they shall perish amidst plenty.

Blessed is he who makes enemies of dieticians and doctors, for they shall make him a hero. Cursed is he who captiulates to their will, for they have not your best interests at heart.

Blessed are you all, for you are all Children of Abundance. Blessed be this world, for it is your cornucopia.

Go in peace and with pieces of cake. In the name of the Fatter, and the Fun, and the Holy Brosnan. Amen.

On the Rightness of Us

Harken to My words, O Children of Abundance! Alas we have been turned upon by the normies of bland taste and blander souls, who dare to call us feedists “disordered”. We, who cherish life in all of its delicious joyous pleasures, are called monstrous. We, who desire each other because of our massive plush appetites, not despite them, are called sinful. Feedism is now officially an F-word.

I say unto you, my Children of Abundance, do not be disheartened by your persecution. Hold your head high, and know that your hunger and desire is right and true. The plush soft luxury of obesity and indulgence is alas not for the lean masses, but for the massive few. Count yourselves blessed and pay no heed to those admins who call themselves your masters. You’re better than them, even more than I think you are, and that is indeed saying something!

Shrug your rounded shoulder fat, giggle and jiggle it away, and keep worshipping unto yourselves, no matter what happens to you, your page, or to Mine. Know that no laughably small souls can bear proper witness to your divine corpulent bodies as I have, and that no Internet forum is a proper church for your way. The way of the feeder requires no church. You ARE the church. Whether your page is shadowbanned or else kept alive for years to come, you are still fat and lovin’ that. Let your turning aside be your only negation; let your desire for the buffet of life be your only concern.

And to those who wish to regulate and frown upon the word Feedism, I say this:

FEEDISM FEEDISM FEEDISM FEEDISM FEEDISM FEEDISM FEEDISM FEEDISM FEEDISM FEEDISM FEEDISM FEEDISM FEEDISM FEEDISM FEEDISM FEEDISM

The Twelfth Sermon

Harken well unto me, my Children of Abundance, and I will tell thee the Way of the Feeder…

I step with thee into the Casino of Life and approach the games. I take the dice into my hands. I look upon the tableau and see the squares of victory with their prizes. I shake the dice, knowing that the victories earned are not what matter. The zest of life is the rattle of dice.

The croupier asks, "Mr. High Priest, how much would you like to bet on the throw of the dice?" I look at my dice. They are Talent, Dreams, and Focus. I look at my chips, one color representing my material possessions, another representing my societal connections, and still another representing my most precious commodity: time.

I tell the croupier: "Put it all on the table." The croupier looks alarmed. "But Mr. High Priest, you may lose all your property, your society, and your time, and thus your life in the pursuit of your Will to Power! Are you willing to bet all of that on your Talent, your Dreams, and your Focus?" Everyone in the Casino looks at me now. Very few gamblers in the Casino of Life truly move all in.

Laughing heartily at the croupier, I roll the bones and declare to the masses of spectators: "The greatest risk in life is not to risk it all!"

So it is with you, O my Children. You may be the greediest, most ravenous, most gluttonous and lustful of them all, but you will never win all you desire unless you embrace the glory of risk.

“But High Priest", I hear you say, "what if I lose?" I say unto you: You cannot lose! Everyone wants to define your life, to shape or to their ends. Take hold of your life, and you win no matter the actual outcome. It is not the victory which defines you; it is the fight. Every time you struggle against the spirit of entropy and gravity, you win. 

I say unto you: Paradise, spoken slowly, is literally a pair of dice. Gamble what you have, for if you bury your talent and dreams, you will be deemed an unworthy servant and thereafter doomed to a life lived in ennui and quiet desperation. 

If your situation seems impossible and all odds seem against thee, do not bet against thyself. Just remember, opportunities are brilliantly disguised as impossible situations.

Go in peace and with pieces of cake. In the name of the Fatter, and the Fun, and the Holy Brosnan. Amen.

Updated Library For Kinksters

I completed some major changes to the Library For Kinksters. Here is the update…

Aftercare

Aftercare 101

Aftercare For Dominants

Coping With Emotional Subdrop

Dom Drop

How To Make A Sub Drop Kit

Online Aftercare

sub/Dom Space, sub/Dom Drop and Aftercare

Subdrop and Aftercare

Subspace and Aftercare

Consent

Consent & BDSM

Guide to Consent

Doms, Daddies & Masters

7 Fundamental Characteristics of A Daddy Dom

12 Characteristics Of An Ideal Submissive

25 Things Daddies Should Do For Their Littles

30 Rules For A Modern Gentleman

45 Things A Girl Wants, But Won’t Ask For

50 Rules for Daddies

100 Sweet Things You Can Do For Your Princess

101 Things To Do To Make Your Slave Feel Owned (loved)

Alternative Names For “Daddy”

Alternative Domme Titles

Aspects Of Control

Asserting Ownership - Rules

Daddy Up!

Defining A Daddy Dom

Dominants Need Training Also

Fun Tasks Daddies Can Give Their Littles

Help For New Doms

How (and Why) To Go Down On Your Submissive

How To Be A Good Dominant

How to Find a Submissive

Knowing when to be a Dom and when to be her Man

New to DDLG - A Daddy Dom

Observations On Doms By A Submissive

So you want to be a Dom?

So Your Girlfriend Wants You To Dominate her

Some Little Rules All Daddies Should Know

The Dom Commandments

Things for Daddies to Keep in Mind

What Being A Dom Is About - A Submissive’s Perspective

What does the title Daddy mean?

What is a Daddy Dom?

What is a Daddy Dom Mentor?

What It Means To Be A Dominant

What Makes A Good Dominant

Littles, Subs & Slaves

6 Questions Every Submissive Needs To Ask Her Potential Dominant

7 Common Types of Submissives

10 Tips For Living With A Sadist

10 Things A Dominant Needs From A Submissive

11 Red Flags Of An Abusive Dominant

26 Baby Girl Jobs

50 Things You Can Do For Your Daddy

A Bottom’s Responsibility

A Dominant’s Advice To His Submissive

A Man Who Knows You…

A Good Dom vs. A Bad Dom

Acid Test For Subs

Ask A Million And One Questions

Attraction to DD/lg: A Little’s Perspective

Baby girl or little? A brief introduction

Care and feeding of Daddies

Characteristics Of A Good Daddy

Coaxing The Daddy Dom Out Of Your Partner

Feminist Submissive

Finding Your Dominant

Good Rules For Middles and Littles To Live By

Guide For Young Newbie Sub Girls

How a Dom Behaves Shows How He Will Behave Towards You.

“How do I find Daddy?” A guide to help you safely find the Daddy you’re looking for.

How Does A Submissive Ask for Something from Their Dominant?

How To Find A Dom

How to Take Proper Care of Your Dom

I Solemnly Swear I Will Not Do This To Daddy

Novice Submissives

Physical abuse of littles - it is never OK

Signs Of A Fake ‘Dominant’

Stuff no one tells you about submission, until the spreader bar is on and you are trapped.

Submissives, Learning to Trust Your Instincts

Submissive Pride

Submissive Traits - Intelligence

Things My Dream Daddy Would Say To Me

What is a Little?

When newbie subs, with asinine “doms,” need to run away.

Why I call him Daddy

Your Rights As A Submissive

Long Distance Relationships

10 Ways To Survive A Long Distance Relationship

Getting The Most Out Of A Long Distance Relationship

How To Make Long Distance Relationships Work

Long Distance Relationships - Tools To Cope

Long Distance Relationships (LDR) Contemplation: Sticking with plans

The Long Distance D/s Relationship

Mental Health

BDSM practitioners ‘healthier and less neurotic’ than ‘vanilla’ peers

Body image & BDSM

How to Get Over Feeling Sad

Is BDSM normal?

Love your Vulva – a self-esteem guide to your sensitive bits!

Managing bipolar disorder in a D/S relationship

Meditation And Mindfulness

On Cutting

Steps For Letting Go of Painful Memories

Things to Do When You’re Anxious, Scared, or Just Need a Distraction

Tips for Recovering from Codependency

What Are Anxiety Disorders? (Infographic)

Why Do I Feel Unloveable?

Relationships

10 Habits of Happy Couples

10 Top Communication Mistakes

10 Types of Emotional Manipulators

12 Relationship Truths We Often Forget

50 Best Ways To Say “I Love You”

BDSM Breakups: All Good Things Must Come to an End

BDSM: Control Goes Both Ways

Collars and Collaring - A Personal Perspective

Communication Is Key

Concept Daddy Dom/Little Girl Relationships

Daddy Doms and their little girls

Daddy Doms, Baby Girls, Little Boys And More

Date Night In A Jar

DD/lg In Public

D/s and Domestication

Factors That Make A Relationship

Finding Love When You Least Expect It

Finding Others with Common (Adult) Interests

How To Be Present In Your Relationships

How To Build A Healthy Relationship

How To Get What You Want In A Relationship

How To Know When You’ve Found “The One”

How To Take Your Relationship To The Next Level

Importance Of Confidence In RelationshipsImportance Of Trust In A Relationship

Key Ingredients of a Happy and Healthy Relationship

Needy Girls Are Daddy Dom Bait

Relationship Advice To Follow, And What To Ignore

Searching for a D/s partner?

Self-Fulfilling Prophecies In Relationships

Stop Arguments Before They Start

The Rewards of a Submissive

Types Of Relationship Insecurity

Well-Balanced Power Exchange Relationship

What Is Real Love?

When He Doesn’t Call

Why Love Makes A Night Of Kink Even Better

Safety

Another life ruined because of the morality police

Bondage Basic Safety: Crops, Paddles & Bondage!

Kinks, Risks, How To And Why Sometimes You Shouldn’t

Limits in BDSM

What is Emotional Abuse?

Self Improvement

10 Tips for Creating a Happier Life

10 Steps To Self Care

10 Ways To Be Happy

10 Truths To Live By

Guaranteed Ways To Be More Attractive

How to be Yourself

How To Deal With Your Enemies

How To Ignore Haters

How to Recognize a Toxic Friend

How to Stop Being a People Pleaser

Slut Shaming Explained

Tips for Healing a Broken Heart

What are the Signs of a Jealous Friend?

Sex

50 Cunnilingus Tips from Women

Basics of Breath Play

D/s or Kinky Sex?

Fetishes Explained

How To Make A Girl Squirt

How To Tell Your Son About Sex

Intersection of BDSM and Queer Heterosexuality

Sensual Biting

Sex: Myths & Stereotypes

Sex: Practical Details

Sex: Pregnancy and Birth Control

So You Want To Try Anal? A Practical Guide For Women

Squirting Educational Video

Squirting Notes

Toys

Advice on Dildos and Buttplugs

BDSM on a budget

Bondage Rope: How To Choose Yours (And More)

Training

10 Considerations for Inexperienced Subs

30 Things You Can Do For Your Human Kitten

40 Very Important DD/lg Facts

Age Play: A Short Guide

BDSM for Beginners: Safe and Affordable Play

DEFINED: SSC (Safe, Sane & Consensual) & RACK (Risk Aware Consensual Kink)

Etiquette in BDSM Part 1

Etiquette in BDSM Part 2

Exploring the D/s Lifestyle: Part 1 - Beginnings

Exploring the D/s Lifestyle: Part 2 - The Dominant Mind

Glossary of BDSM Terms

Guide To Blood Play

Guide To Bruising

Guide To Talking Dirty

Guide To Wax Play

How Do I Get Started In BDSM?

How to Make a Blanket Fort/Cuddle Nest

How To Make A Comfort Box

Introduction To BDSM

Newbie’s Guide To Vaginal Fisting

Punishments in BDSM Relationships

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I Have Returned

Behold! I have returned to you all, my Children of Abundance, to re-establish my church! Follow me, and obtain everlasting yummies. In the name of the Fatter, and the Fun, and the Holy Brosnan. Amen.

The Second Sermon

Harken well unto me, my Children of Abundance, and I will tell thee the Way of the Feeder…

Most men lead lives of quiet desperation. Much the same could be said about feedists. Too often I am overjoyed to see a little piggy in the making overjoyed at her growth and gluttony and laziness, only to be dismayed when she gets "too fat". I am ashamed of these half-measures and compromises of the soul; "death feeder" and "death feedee" are now consequently four-letter words even among those who should know better. Most feedists fear death and will do their best to flirt with the edge of the abyss, but will never cross it wilingly. This is no position based on sound rationality and crystal logic, but on fear of what is not and will never be in one's control.

Let me be clear: there are no blasphemies in my church. The closest to one, however, are the words "too much". There is no such thing. Nothing in life is to be feared, my flock. Only to be understood.

Behold! I preach unto you an affirmation to life, a "YES" to existence, a demand for "MORE" from the buffet of the universe! I preach unto you the death feedist as the ultimate expression thereof.

Death comes for us all. Regardless of your apprehensions, your fears, or your efforts to reverse your current course and regain a smidgen of your former healthy self, you can do nothing to reverse the universe. Everything succumbs to entropy. Trees, buildings, steel...even us. We are all neither skin and bones nor flab and chub, but a walking and/or waddling pile of ashes. One day, even the grandest and most ambitious of us all will perish in the patiently inexorable entropy of the universe. All that awaits us is emptiness, much like the final empty plate after all the yummies have been consumed.

I do not preach to you of this hell to frighten you; I offer you the unvarnished truth as its own sort of heaven. A rebuttal to those who would have you only nibble at the cornucopia of life, to those half-hearted half-piggies of half-measures and half-helpings who wish to straddle the fence as long as possible, who wish to remain in the realm of ordinary people and in the realm of the enlightened feedist simultaneously. I am no dietician nor half-hearted feeder in the Schopenhauerean tradition. I do not believe that the Sisyphean task of making sure my feedee consumes all and fattens infinitely is meaningless just because it is impossible. I am profoundly Nietzchean, as is befitting a feedist of my stature as the High Priest.

I preach unto you the way of the feeder: a feeder and feedee alike, those worthy of the name, look into the gaping yaw of the abyss, the isolated stagnation of the last proton decaying at the end of the universe, and lift a middle finger to it all by indulging in all of the sweet treats as much as they possibly can while they are here. Yours is not to suffer and die, but to enjoy yourself and live.

Both the feeder and the feedee, then, are superior types of human beings. They know that the feedee's lifestyle will accelerate her demise, and they accept it, with exuberant greedy eagerness. Unlike the masses of ordinary Homo Sapiens, a member of Porcine Obesus accepts death as part of the human experience, regardless of how much she actually eats or how big and unhealthy she actually becomes. Her mind may be permanently fuzzy and soft with gluttony, greed, laziness, and more-or-less constant post-orgasmic bliss, but the part of her mind which accepts her destiny and begs for more is crystal clear. By continuing to glut herself well past the point of no return, the feedee willingly surrenders all attachments to her previous life and the expectations of a normal society not meant for the likes of her and her feeder. While fully embracing the possibility of immediate annihilation as well as the certainty of her eventual death by chcoolate, she achieves eternal bliss in the ever-evolving pursuit of sexual and aesthetic perfection.

Her former self, riddled with anxiety, doubts, and fears of the consequences of her actions, is henceforth destroyed. Every act of destruction is also an act of creation: having renounced all control of her future to her death feeder for the sake of their shared goal, she regains her femininity by taking action and sacrificing her skinny body and her future health for the sake of a higher purpose. She gives up all illusions of hope for losing weight eventually, or for control over her habits and lifestyle, because they have been pacifying her all her life without solving the underlying existential anxiety. By facing her death head-on and embracing the gluttonous piggy within, she is a truly remarkable person worth indulging.

I implore you all to embrace yourselves and to embrace your desires, to fix your guiding star on a single point somewhere between the Golden Arches and go after it with all that you are. You are born to consume and to grow and to be happy. to know that death smiles for us all, that you must smile back with grease dribbling down your lips and your chubby fingers grasping for more. Reject the calls from the herd to remain mediocre, aspire to a higher state of being, become too fat to move, become too fat to live, become too joyful to care. Amor Fati; Love Thy Fate.

Go in peace and with pieces of cake. In the name of the Fatter, and the Fun, and the Holy Brosnan. Amen.