Dear Oscar: In Praise of Breasts

We was born this way!  Genetically coded from day one to have big soft squishy breasts; cup-shaped perky breasts; small tender buds of breasts; cup A, B, C, D, DDD breasts.  Didn’t ask for them, didn’t order them, didn’t expect them.  We was born this way. 

But they’ve certainly given us a lifetime of pleasure.   It’s a plus, I think, to have not one but three major erogenous zones.  Even when they wrinkle, sag and bag the connection stays switched on.  More than you can say for the limp appendages of some guys we could mention. 

Babies love our breasts and the mother’s milk that flows from them, rich in aminos, minerals, vitamins and antibodies to build strong flesh and bone.  They love to nuzzle and cuddle and lean against them.  Our breasts comfort, hold and soak up tears.  Our breasts smell delicious to our children, husbands, lovers, and wives.  Sniffing our breasts blindfolded any one of them could pick us out of a crowd of hundreds and claim us as their own.

Our breasts teach us about power and lust and how to tell the difference between the men who love us for appearance sake and those who love us for ourselves.  They are our built-in bull shit meters and once they figure that out- they never lie.

Our breasts buffer us.  They give us a little distance; time to access the situation and watch the eyes scanning us, judging, evaluating our girls, boobs, honkers, bazungas, titties- yeah we know all those words.  We can use them if we want, but if you aren’t born female (including those of you inhabiting the wrong body) then don’t use them.  You got no right.

Where’s your R E S P E C T?

And by the way – these are our breasts – if we want to flaunt them, push them up, rouge them, tattoo them, enhance or bare them – that’s our business.  You can admire, but unless you’re invited.  Don’t Touch!  Don’t Mock!  Don’t Disparage!  And never, never mistake what you see for the heart that beats behind these breasts; for the soul, spirit and mind, which are part and parcel of this body – indivisible, sacred, one world without end.


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2 Responses to Dear Oscar: In Praise of Breasts

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