BY Garrett
October 30, 2008
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The eaviest man in the world has gotten married. Beyond giving nagging parents the world over a new factoid to annoy their unmarried children with, this blessed event brings to mind that elephant in the room, weight and sex.

To some, like bear lovers and chubby-chasers, heavy people are nothing short of erotic fixation. There are social organizations and dances for larger people to get their groove on.

Being no dainty puff of air myself, I’ve always been conscious of the issue. The painful blind dates set up by friends, the rejections that took the form of health advice (“I think we’d be better off as friends. And as your friend I’m really concerned about your weight”) and the just plain old embarrassment of being overweight in a society that puts fat at one end of the beauty spectrum and thin on the other.

That said, I can say that I’ve never been without companionship for very long. One part good sense of humor, two parts Irish stubbornness. Being heavy, or the more loaded word “fat”, can be an encumbrance, but it’s not the end all be all.