Chins makes me wonder what proportion of "kinky" people are just incels, who are willing to degrade themselves and suffer through repellent sex activities to evince that someone desires them. Ça va sans dire that this is what she's doing. She's not kinky, she's just doing whatever it takes to get men to patronise her with sexual attention, because she can only get it from total reprobates. No woman wants her tits stomped, but Chantal will do it if it means Tutankhameth will stick it in her folds. She says she wants to have lots of sex, but the actual sex is an unpleasant means to her "see, men are attracted to me" ends.
ETA: before I'm accused of confecting narratives that are beyond her cognitive reach; she does it first and foremost not to brag about it, but for her own self-assurance. Chins needs to believe men want her like a car needs oil. Playing coy with the troglodytes in her live chats is just gravy, as it were.
ETA2: I had hoped, in my heart of hearts, that when she said she was "dating" again we'd get at least a transitory period of trying to catfish normal men who don't mind chubby women. He'd show up to the date expecting a size 16 girl who loves true crime and who studied literature, and he'd look around in distress when the silhouette of an ambulant watermelon appeared in the restaurant doorway, realising that his date is the size 42 "unbelievable nightmare"* hurpling towards his table, knocking aside chairs and rat-smiling above a cat-hair-covered jacket with a collar zipped up to her ears, her wheezing breaths audible even over the ambient music and the general conversation that got just a
bit quiter when she walked in. I can imagine it so clearly that I don't even need it to happen, but it's a shame she went straight to "you can take a dump on my face if you tell me it's pretty" stage.
@Rasputin's Side Piece I had to borrow your silver tongue here
