This shit was surreal. There was an old guy who was dressed EXACTLY like Mr. Magoo, a dude in full pimp attire, a blind man, an O.G. certified mack little person, tons of awkward lurkers and about 100 very voluptuous party girls.

I was waiting on the J train when a flier caught my eye. It had six sassy, scantily-clad, extremely fat women on it and spoke of a Paradise Garden in the Financial District where they all frolicked. It was called The Goddess Party, a weekly jamboree for BBWs (Big Beautiful Women) and their admirers that occurred every Friday at an old Italian restaurant/mini ballroom sorta spot. I thought it would make an interesting story so I showed up to one of the parties.

Let me tell you: This shit was surreal. There was an old guy who was dressed EXACTLY like Mr. Magoo, a dude in full pimp attire, a blind man, an O.G. certified mack little person, tons of awkward lurkers and about 100 very voluptuous party girls.

Now, I’m down with thick chicks but some of these chicks were THICK, like 300 lbs THICK. They, like their generally skinnier male admirers, seemed to come from a very diverse spectrum of hoods and backgrounds, all united in their quest to grind their giant butts on sweet boners.

I went with one of my dawgz, who is famously down with big girls, but like 3 minutes into it the poor dude had a panic attack or something and fled the scene, abandoning me at what appeared to be the set of some David Lynch film. Luckily everyone was too busy dancing, eating (the party had a buffet) and giving each other hickeys to give a fuck about me.

I sat down next to Chris, a pretty standard looking Brooklyn guy — white, early 30s, office job, seemed to be in good physical shape. This was his first time at the party and although he seemed a little shook, he said he was enjoying himself. He told me that it was not a matter of fetish but a matter of preference and that he was not into societally-constructed women. The dudes wanted to bang fat chicks, but they also wanted to wine them, dine them, possibly impregnate them, die with them. The girls were there because there was no guessing game, they knew they were going to be hit on and they were OK with being someone’s type. I was mingling across the bar, hearing this theme echoed, when I noticed a spectacle: Chris caressing a double-stacked R&B honey on his lap! He scooped her out of nowhere! Ten minutes later Cool Don Juan is giving her Muchas Smuchas, passionately, right there in front of everyone! Suddenly the music ceased and I heard an inaudible announcement from the back room. Everyone dropped their pizza and headed to the dance floor.

I had arrived on the eve of the “Bootylicious Contest” and soon had the curious pleasure of witnessing a packed house go bonkers as several women — averaging around 250 lbs — unbuttoned their jeans and dropped it. The euphoric roar of the crowd, combined with the rythyms of Sean Paul, a few Coronas and a couple shots of Coffee Patron that some Bay Ridge babbler bullied me into taking with him earlier, activated my endorphins and brought me to a state of nirvana. I was no longer intimidated by my environment, and what had once seemed seedy and foreign now beamed with happiness and hospitality. The lurkers exited the shadows and joined the festivities, not as lurkers but as princes, bestowing Jäger Bombs to the bountiful maidens.

It was at the height of this blissed-out state that I met the Supreme Being. Her name was Nancy Goddess, a charismatic 250 lb, ex plus-sized model from Queens who started the Goddess Party when her husband died 24 years earlier. Nancy told me about the early days of handing out fliers on Queens Blvd and how she wanted to take Goddess LLC to a national, perhaps international level. Everyone I interviewed praised her nonstop. It was like I was in Jonestown and her name was Jim. Nancy and business partner/son Joey, who claimed not to be into big girls (which must really suck since he could easily form a sex cult based upon his demi-god status) operate their empire from cyberspace Geocity Goddessbbw.com, where you can find everything from party pics and BBW dating to BBW friendly auto repair and the schedule for their bizarre public access television program that airs on BCAT and is on some genius next-level absurdist dada shit.

Me and a fellow journalist attended a filming, thinking we would be on the sidelines but ended up in the live studio audience, surrounded by sweet, large aunts from deep Queens, as Nancy talked about skin creams, took calls from heavy breathing admirers and introduced Hellvis, an occult-themed Elvis impersonator who slayed.

The party moved locations but still goes down and I’m sure it’s a similar scenario. Definitely worth checking out if you’re into big girls, are a big girl or just want to go to a raging fun party that feels like an avant-garde social experiment.

-JOHN BARCLAY

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