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You're SUCH a Boobiesexual!
myBREAST & Gay men: They either LOVE them or HATE them; Nothing in Between.
myBREAST categorize gay men in one of two columns: Column A - "awkward interactions" meaning myBREAST make them udder-ly uncomfortable. OR Column B - "boobiesexuals" meaning they have an unexaplained connection to myBREAST, almost like a teenage boy seeing a naked woman for the first time. While they are comfortable in their sexuality and definitely love men... myBREAST draw them in like a siren to a ship wrecked sailor. It's like their hypnotized. Now... gay men - being attracted to men and all - seem to thing because they are gay it some how makes it okay for them to not only talk about my breast at every turn, but to touch them at every whim. If I had a quarter for every time a gay man tried to motor boat my double Js.... well let's just say I'd have enough to take care of my copay for the reduction.
ALSO - boobiesexuality is NOT just limited to gay men! I have several straight female friends (and you know who you are) who, after years of friendship, now greet me by tapping me on the top of one breast. [It's absolutely not any of the people in the picture to the left. lol]
blogQUOTE: I hope people realize there is a brain underneath the hair and a heart underneath the boobs" - dolly PARTON.
Here's to going from DOUBLE J to D; physically & psychologically -
till the next post!
myBREAST & Gay men: They either LOVE them or HATE them; 
As a general rule, guys get weird about a woman's sexuality. Think about how with pregnant women, everyone feels like they have the right to rub their tummies. As a short woman, guys feel they have the right to pat my head. I, in turn, feel I have the right to punch their nuts.
ReplyDeleteThe sad thing is that even though touching a woman's breast is line crossing, more innocent touches are strictly verboten. We no longer touch each other because everyone's HR department warns us not to. We live in a horribly litigious society where everyone must keep all hands to themselves.
Now of course, I am glad that I'll never have a boss spank me. Yet I am sad that we are all reluctant to hug each other. My Dad once told me that when we were growing up, he feared hugging us because he thought someone might call DCS on him. The result: I cringe when people touch me. Paradoxically, when people do give me a hug, I melt because they feel like we are close enough to do so- and I crave that.
When I was in Europe, my favorite custom was when people greeted each other, they automatically kiss each other on both cheeks. I found it incredibly freeing because after you kiss anyone, you can't help but feel like the walls of your personal space have crumbled.
I think about when Sting sings "If I built this fortress around your heart- encircled you with trenches and barbed wire- let me build a bridge, for I cannot fill the chasm, and let me set the battlements on fire." In this day and age we all have become our own fortresses and I really wish it were safe for all of us to drop our guards, but we don't live in that world anymore.
Even though you don't like that men, gay or straight, feel the right to squeeze the Charmin it also says something about your character- they feel safe enough to make that rare attempt to touch at all.
Still, a good punch in the nuts ain't a bad thing either.