A recurring theme in this blog is the search for a voice for breasts.
Just to make it really clear - we (that is both me for sure and men in general from my experience) really like breasts.
The problem is, that from the time we started pulling your pony tails in second grade, we have demonstrated our complete inability to give approrpiate voice to our feelings about you.
The way we express our feelings about your breasts is just the same. We actually really like you - all of you. For some reason, your breasts have come to represent your femininity and so the mere sight of them stirs deep feelings of longing within us for intimacy – no, not sex, intimacy. Although of course good sex is always intimate. That's why we regard breasts as sexual. We want intimacy. Breasts symobise intimacy. Sex either leads to intimacy or at least stirs thoughts of intimacy. So breasts and sex are so closely linked.
However, that is a bit of a diversion regarding a breast voice. Sometimes, I wish I could download my breast experiences for the day and replay them for you along with the feelings they stir.
That's what "Diary of a breast watcher" is about. I guess through the ages it has been one of the topics of poetry.
The channel I have chosen is blogging.
