Well, Tracey… Nothing like a title header-line like that to draw some immediate attention on this site. I found it refreshing that you do not hesitate to firmly support (puns intended) what we in the ‘islands’ would term ‘beeg bamboochas’, despite the possibility that some proper blue-blooded Bostonian might sniff with indignance over the possible indelicacy of open discussion on something like this. Fact is, we in this country have been so long sheltered from uncensored regard of such ‘natural’ things (thanks to our Puritan heritage) that many still feel it is improper to do so. Contrast that to Europe, where people have a much more uninhibited take on the human body. In Europe, female breasts have always been openly displayed in movies and Europeans think nothing at all about going topless in the local park on a beautiful summer day (or breast-feeding in public, for that matter). Try that here in prudish America!
Speaking of movies, I have always gotten the biggest chuckle out of Hollywood bedroom scenes. Picture the hero and his love object in bed together, if you will. The camera zooms in for a close-up of them engaged in immediate post-coital conversation and there she is, primly tucking the sheet discretely around her bazongas to keep them covered…this, despite the fact that they have supposedly just spent god-knows-how-long plumbing each other’s intimate regions! It’s always a hoot and a half to see that! Ah! America! Ya gotta love our chaste naivete!
One thought, though, that your description of struggles with bikini tops & bottoms prompts in me, is this: I’ve never considered the naked human body particularly sexy. Attractive? Yes, but not especially erotically sensual. I’ve always found that a bit of artful concealment and subtle sensuality is far more erotic, since it requires artful application of one’s imagination. With naked bodies and itsy-bitsy-teeny-weenie bikinis, what you see is generally what you get. Contrast that to a second-skin-like, one-piece suit made from some modern polymeric wunderfabrik and GANGBUSTERS!
For my money, there’s nothing more erotically alluring than what I guess you might call a ‘little black tank suit’ and whenever I am at a beach and see some lovely female so attired, I have to make a serious effort to contain my tendency to stare admiringly and savor her excellent taste in displaying her assets. Furthermore, a nice tight one-piece suit never presents a problem matching hips and…ahem…‘superior anterior mammary processes’, as we would call them in medical parlance. But subtlety has never been an indigenous American forte, has it?
Finally, and not solely as a sop to those lovely creatures who may be somewhat less endowed, I find that breast size is generally overrated in America. I have found that the female breast is indisputably one of the most magnificent aspects of the female body and regardless of size, they all function superbly just as Mother Nature intended…both for their primary function of nursing new-born infants AND for their secondary (but no less important) function of serving as play-toys for fully-grown adult infants (LoL).
Please don’t think that I do not appreciate ample, full bodied breasts (I do), but I find that as far as being an appréciateur of the female body goes, I remain firmly an upper-arm man. Show me a woman with well-toned upper arms and… comme c’est délicieux! c’est merveilleux! It so inspires me that I once wrote an entire article about the asesthetics of buff female upper-arms. But, another subject, another time! Thanks for providing some fascinating commentary on a vital part of femininity we can all relate to! We need more topics like this, I feel…
