Overcoming Faggot Body Issues

Many faggots struggle with a host of issues both physical as well as emotional. We are not like normal males; our general depravity and low self-esteem often manifests itself in poor eating habits and lack of exercise. These failures compound, leading to even more intense feelings of worthlessness.

Every so often I’m asked about this, but my advice on this topic is nothing but empty platitudes and shapeless encouragement. I say this because I know that the only way a faggot can overcome these types of issues is for the faggot to take actions within himself; my well wishes are of little benefit. I can’t do the work for anyone. Either a faggot takes action to help himself, or he doesn’t.

That’s why I was so grateful to receive the following message in my Questions From Readers inbox from an anonymous faggot regarding his lifelong struggles with obesity and body hair. He introduced his issues this way:

I was reading the website and found a question about a hairy faggot who didn’t want to shave. I wanna share my experience about this. I am sorry if this message gets too long but I really need to vent. I’ve been reading your website for years, and I’m so happy you’re back.

When I was 18, I was overweight and super hairy. I already knew I was a faggot and I would spend hours jerking off to porn dreaming about an Alpha and, most importantly, wishing that one day I would wake up as a smooth twink desired by men. The years went by and, when I was 23, I was finally brave enough to download Grindr. It was a total disaster. The vast majority of tops blocked me when I sent a picture and the very few who talked to me were other bottoms looking for bears, asking if I were a top.

A few months later, I met a guy at work who seemed to be nice. He wasn’t very in shape either but he was very confident and clearly an Alpha. I thought it would be easier to be with him since none of us were in shape. But an Alpha who is not in shape has NOTHING to do with a faggot who is not in shape. He was chubby, hairy, had an average dick, but he was very confident and always had someone serving him. I tried to approach him, unfortunately way before I knew about your work and the dynamics withing hierarchy. At first he was really kind to me, we went out for dinner a few times. But when I started to show him my submission, I told him that I was still a virgin and would do anything for him to be my first (I was around 25 by this moment). He said that he could take my virginity if I changed my appearance, then he sent photos of Brent Corrigan and Johnny Rapid, saying that he would fuck me if I looked like them.

I felt very offended and obviously stopped talking to him and even quit the job in order not to be with him again. I got into a deep deep deep depression, crying every single day, thinking that I would never lose my virginity, let along have someone who cares about me. On top of that, a few months later covid hit and my mother died during the pandemic. It was the worst time of my life because we only had each other in this world. I have always been an introvert and didn’t really have any friends, but I had one friend from work who encouraged me to start seeing an online therapist in 2021, after my mother passed away. Thanks to therapy, I noticed that I wasn’t suffering just because of my loss, but because I felt deep down that my mom was the only person who would ever see me beyond my appearance and care about me.

I think this faggot’s experience really reflects the desperation many feel for connection and and acceptance. Losing his mother during the pandemic was an unmooring for him, really forcing him to take an action he truly needed.

Notice what happened once the faggot began taking action and making changes:

The therapist was a wonderful guy, he encouraged me to do small things to uplift my self-steem like getting a better haircut, new clothes, etc. Little by little, I got out of depression and started to retrieve my professional life. One day the therapist told me that he understands very well my desire to have a dominant man in my life but not having one couldn’t be the end of the world. I knew he was gay and married to another man, but I then noticed that he was probably an owned faggot and understood how much I was suffering. Then he said that, since I hardly ever leave the house, I would never find someone, and would probably die a virgin if nothing changed. He suggested me to stop insisting on Grindr and similar hook-up apps because Tops on these apps are looking for an easy hole to cum, and the young smooth bottoms will always catch their attention. And so, he gave me a little task and told me download non-hook-up apps, such as Hinge and Bumble.

I didn’t want to do it at first, but I finally did it. During the first few months, nothing happened. I had just a few matches and usually the guys assumed I was a top because of my appearance. On my 30th birthday, I was quite depressed at home, feeling old and unattractive, when I received a notification from Hinge. I had a match with a 35 year old guy with a beautiful smile, and a confident look. We started talking and, when I said it was my birthday and I would spend the night by myself in my bedroom, he called me and we kept talking for hours. He insisted to take me out for dinner but I was to shy and afraid to accept. I fell asleep, and he texted me good morning on the next morning. He was a real gentleman. I talked to my therapist about him, showed his picture, and said that he was treating me too well to be true. Then my therapist said that I was expecting humiliation because of that guy from work who sent me twink pictures and told me that he wouldn’t fuck me.

I think every faggot understands the feeling this faggot was experiencing as he exposed himself to rejection. It’s at this point that many faggots retreat, afraid of getting hurt, exposed, vulnerable, or embarrassed.

But this faggot pressed on. Notice what happened then:

After a few weeks, I accepted his invitation to take me out for dinner. He was like a Disney prince, he picked up at my house, paid for the bill, and asked if I wanted to go back to his place. Again I was too scared of him looking at my body and dumping me, so I said I needed to go home. As soon as I arrive home, I texted him saying that we could be just friends because he wouldn’t like my body anyway. He said that this was not an issue for him, as long as I was a bottom. He said that the only deal breaker for him would be if he ever needed to bottom. I said that I would do anything he wants, and would always obey. When I said “always obey,” he asked if he good go back to my place on that same night. I was afraid of him leaving me, so I said yes.

Sam, I was literally panicking. I tried to text my therapist and ask for advice but it was too late in the night. When my Man arrived home, he started kissing me, and saying that I would never again feel ugly. I felt like a sex toy in his hands. He had complete control of anything, even my house became his house. He put me on my knees, told me to open my mouth, put out a beautiful and thick cock, and started fucking my throat without asking for permission. He was literally just giving orders, and I was obeying. He told me to undress and saw my whole body: fat, ugly, hairy. But that didn’t stop him from fucking my throat the whole night, and made me swallow three loads. He didn’t fuck my hole that night because I didn’t have any lube I wasn’t ready. To be honest, I didn’t even know how to prepare my hole for him. But I slept with three loads in my stomach and felt like the world’s luckiest faggot.

That happened 2 years ago. I am 32 now and we are still together. He was honest with me and said that he wasn’t very attracted to my ass but instead of humiliating me, he trained me to become his faggot. He shaved my ass with his own hands, and took my virginity when I was smooth. Then he told me to start shaving every week, and bought of the devices I needed to keep my face and body smooth. A few weeks after I sucked him for the first time, he bought two big dildos and told me to practice every night, he also enrolled me at the gym and hired a personal trainer to watch my diet.

Today is December 1, 2024. I lost 16 kg since 2022, my body is nice and smooth. My hole is ready for him to use 24/7 and my blowjob is as good as any sexy twinky porn star. I still have a long way to go to get in shape for my Master, but my self-esteem is 100x better. He literally saved my life, Sam. I was completely hopeless when we met each other. He saw a lonely depressed virgin faggot and immediately claimed me as his property, and turned a useless ugly faggot into a quite useful and loyal  fag. Every other month I pay a super hot sex worker to come to our house, so my Master fucks this porn star as much as he wants. I think this is the least I can do after being literally rescued from a miserable life. And honestly this is his right as a God Alpha.

SUCCESS! As I’ve said countless times, there are great Alphas out there who instinctively know how to train faggots and build them up so they can become fulfilled and productive possessions. If you don’t believe me, believe HIM!

I get chills when I re-read this: “He literally saved my life, Sam.” Any Alphas reading this, please know that you can have this kind of truly dramatic effect on the faggots you claim!

The faggot concludes his experience this way:

I decided to tell you my story after reading this question about the hairy faggot because it really resonates with me. What I learned as 32 year old faggot is that FAGGOTS MUST MAKE AN EFFORT TO LOOK SEXY FOR THEIR MEN, BUT REAL PROTECTOR ALPHAS WILL SUPPORT US NO MATTER WHAT. Alphas are visual, this is their nature, and we can’t blame them for desiring young, good-looking, tight faggots. However, there are good alphas willing to train us, get us in shape, and use us. If there are any hopeless faggots reading this, please don’t give up, brother.

How can any faggot read that and not be inspired and encouraged?

I consider this one of the most important articles I’ve ever published, and I’m so grateful to the courageous, insightful brother who sent it in. I hope it helps others as much as it helps me!