This has been yoinked from my tumblr for the sake of having an easier link, and so I can show people without the dA splashscreen.
Now this is not something I have gotten on tumblr as of writing this, but I get it in public moreso than anywhere else, and considering I direct a lot of people here when they ask about me, I figured it'd be nice to have it up. A lot of times people like to look through my college notebook because I draw on my notes and I always get asked that question and honestly I freeze up a lot because telling them the blunt reasons is a bad idea.
Here's the long reason.
So let's start with society - no, this is not a soapbox, this is simply a comparison. Provided you're a 'normal' person of a 'normal' persuasion (i.e you find the other gender appealing due to various factors, or your gender appealing due to various factors) you're very familiar with the thought of the perfect being rousing your interest. For a lot of people, seeing an appealing person is a precursor; you're not instantly turned on, boing, by seeing said person -
unless you are, in which case I'm pretty envious. You see the hot actor, the gorgeous movie starlette, and you fantasize. "I'd love for them to ________ to me."
This is where society widely dictates our appeal of 'hot' and 'gorgeous', however. The chiseled abs, the huge bust - there's nothing inherently sexual about the human body aside from the penis and the vagina, biologically speaking. Sex is sexual, so sexual organs are sexual. Your face, your ears, your chest and your ass have nothing to do with actual sexual reproduction, but we like them anyway. Now why is that? (There are several scientific theories as to this, but, for the sake of argument...)
If I can speculate, I think it's because sex gets boring. Penis + Vagina + Friction = Climax = Sexual Gratification. Humans are greedy creatures - we need more than just the PAENIS or VAEGENA in the end, so we find joy in other parts of the body as well - the breasts, the pecs, you know the spiel. We find each other attractive in different ways because... well, we have eyes - we have things to look at, and in a society where there's more to life than just eat, fuck, and have babies (like our ancestors) that's to be expected.
Different people like different things. Maybe your friend Todd is an 'ass man', or your friend Sindy loves a man with rugged facial hair, or you just melt at the idea of Captain Jack Sparrow taking you into his den for the evening. See what I mean? We all find different things attractive, and not all of them are possible; either by physical or moral barriers, there's a lot we can't do, so we leave it to the imagination.
Why? ... Well, sorry, but Jack Sparrow is kind of busy being super fictional.
Fiction is great - fantasies are encouraged in our world. If we can't have what we want, well, just imagine it and boom, you have it, even if it's temporary, even if the real thing would be better, you're going to eat your imaginary steak because it's all you have and god dammit that's good enough for you. First Manhattan, than the world, right? Right.
That's kind of where the blabber stops and I just cut to the chase - I'm attracted to people that don't really exist, like our fascination with the mass media figures who have been airbrushed into another species and plane of existence. I usually like animated characters because they fit my definition of 'attractive', but as I said before? That's... really not enough. At least not for me. Seeing them is glorious and exciting, but honestly it's not enough to raise the white flag. (I'd say I'm sorry for being crude but I'm really not.)
For some odd reason the stars aligned and decided I would forever enjoy heftier figures - I would forever enjoy things in pain and irritation, overall unwilling. I would forever find those disgusting things attractive in a fictional situation, on a fictional person who couldn't argue with me about my fucked-uppery - not because I already knew, but because they can't necessarily find where I live and kneecap me. (If they would I would die a happy man. ... Awwwwyissssss.)
So I like a lot of things - I like BDSM, I like toned men, I like women with huge breasts; I like forcefeeding to the point of impossible weight gain, I like the thought of a human being blown up like a parade float with their bodies vulnerable and exposed. Why? ... Honestly, I don't know why. Would I change it if I could?
... Actually yeah I would be all over that, but we're beyond that point. I like a lot of things, a lot of which I don't even draw because it takes practice to fuck up the human anatomy like I do. It takes a lot of irritated grunting to take all I've ever learned about anatomy and trash it for the sake of a boner.
It's annoying, it really is.
You like your things, and I like mine.
We're both terribly ugly people on the inside for liking people for their looks, but hey, people will be people, regardless. We're going to do what we're going to do, and provided touching myself in the shower isn't actually hurting anyone, quite frankly I don't give a shit what people think.
I like balloon-people. That is why I 'make them fat'.
( I'll be publishing another on my specific fetish for bursting/popping inflated chaps later on, this is all I have in me for the evening. )