boobs
I've been female my entire life. I've been a woman for years. I can honestly say I don't think I've ever been a girl. I went through a big makeup phase for about a year in Jr. High (anyone else out there attend Jr. High? now it's called Middle School). Feminism and New Wave both happened about the same time in my life, so I gave up the girly girl thing for black eyeliner and poems about death. If I could've found combat boots in my size, I would've gone for them.
Then there was the crunchy granola phase. Thing is, I was raised by a hippie, so I kinda overdid it. I was a bit crunchier than the trendy hippies; didn't have money to follow shows, had to pay for my own college so had to have a job (workin' for the MAN, baby), etc. I didn't shave, didn't wear deoderant, and didn't wear a bra. Most of the time, I didn't wear shoes--I'd get to the grocery store, or a restaurant, and be barefoot.
The big joke among my friends who knew me in college is to call me a hippie now. I scoff at them, because I wear a bra every day. I even wear shoes, most of the time. Hell--this fucking fascitis has me wearing shoes at home, even. I don't eat meat, but I cook it. I buy organic produce, but that's a yuppie thing, now. I'm not very cruncy at all, anymore. Sadly. when you're self-employed in a fringe profession, you either sink (live up the stereotype) or swim (go straight and bland).
I used to rail against the constrictions of my self-imposed dress code. I complained bitterly about not being able to dye my hair, or pierce my eyebrow. Oh, the gnashing of teeth about having to comb my hair and get it cut and--gasp--use a blow dryer!
However, There are fringe benefits to this whole straight thing. I recently discovered that bras can be fun. I also recently discovered that bras enable one to wear tight and/or low cut shirts. Seriously--I had always worn t-shirts, or turtlenecks, or flannels.
This brings us to today. Remember that Steve Martin movie (I think it was Steve Martin) where he talked about how distracted he'd be if he had breasts? How he'd play with them all day long? Well, I wore a shirt with cleavage today. Nothing out of hand, nothing slutty, but cleavage. All day long, I kept staring down my own shirt! I doubt anyone else really noticed, because there are lots of girls out there showing lots more skin (and who have more skin to show). But I NEVER show this much skin, at least when I'm clothed. I mean, I've been nude in public (hot springs, saunas, etc) but I've never actually worn clothing that I would describe as provocative.
it's kind of fun.
Then there was the crunchy granola phase. Thing is, I was raised by a hippie, so I kinda overdid it. I was a bit crunchier than the trendy hippies; didn't have money to follow shows, had to pay for my own college so had to have a job (workin' for the MAN, baby), etc. I didn't shave, didn't wear deoderant, and didn't wear a bra. Most of the time, I didn't wear shoes--I'd get to the grocery store, or a restaurant, and be barefoot.
The big joke among my friends who knew me in college is to call me a hippie now. I scoff at them, because I wear a bra every day. I even wear shoes, most of the time. Hell--this fucking fascitis has me wearing shoes at home, even. I don't eat meat, but I cook it. I buy organic produce, but that's a yuppie thing, now. I'm not very cruncy at all, anymore. Sadly. when you're self-employed in a fringe profession, you either sink (live up the stereotype) or swim (go straight and bland).
I used to rail against the constrictions of my self-imposed dress code. I complained bitterly about not being able to dye my hair, or pierce my eyebrow. Oh, the gnashing of teeth about having to comb my hair and get it cut and--gasp--use a blow dryer!
However, There are fringe benefits to this whole straight thing. I recently discovered that bras can be fun. I also recently discovered that bras enable one to wear tight and/or low cut shirts. Seriously--I had always worn t-shirts, or turtlenecks, or flannels.
This brings us to today. Remember that Steve Martin movie (I think it was Steve Martin) where he talked about how distracted he'd be if he had breasts? How he'd play with them all day long? Well, I wore a shirt with cleavage today. Nothing out of hand, nothing slutty, but cleavage. All day long, I kept staring down my own shirt! I doubt anyone else really noticed, because there are lots of girls out there showing lots more skin (and who have more skin to show). But I NEVER show this much skin, at least when I'm clothed. I mean, I've been nude in public (hot springs, saunas, etc) but I've never actually worn clothing that I would describe as provocative.
it's kind of fun.