Blog 786 – 10.06.2017
Breasts, A Touchy Subject

I make no apologies for my particular tastes. And I do, I really do, try to write always in good taste. Though the F word is one of my favorites (It is so expressive and versatile. It can be used as a noun, a verb, an adjective, and exclamation, a question…) I refrain from putting it in print in my blog because it’s use offends some people. Some subjects do as well, and I never intend to offend anyone on purpose. I do like to push the envelope a bit. Expanding our minds around differing opinions and tastes is not a bad thing. Thinking we already know everything that we need to know and that our take on things is the only true and acceptable one, now that to me is an incomplete and a not so sweet thing. I am just not into the whole good versus bad way of thinking any more. The knowlege of “good and of evil” was never intended to be the family business but loving – not judging everyone and everything as either “good or  bad.” I love the expression, “It’s all good.”

I love breasts. Anyone who knows me, at all really, knows that, and I am not alone in this particular taste. We live in a breast obsessed culture and have for some time. I often quote a short sweet poem that I first heard as a young man working for Texas Commerce Bank in Houston, Texas in 1974 from a young man that I worked with who shared my taste. He told it to me with relish and flare:

“Brassiere, you hold the things I hold dear.”

I thought up the title for this blog when a friend warned me about broaching this subject which many women are so sensitive about. Rare and wonderful indeed is the woman who is happy with her breasts, the size being only one factor that so many seem to find it hard to be content with. Though I lived for many years in the great state of Texas, where bigger is most always thought to be better, and where surgical breast enlargement was invented and taken from  a medical/science to an art form, I have to agree with the World War Two song, “Bless Them All.” I do appreciate and love them all. I do like to remind people especially those of the female persuasion that “blessed” means “happy” and that we are all blessed and meant to be happy no matter our size, or the shape of our bodies, or their hue, or whether the twins are identical or not.

Because of my great affection for breasts, that cancer seems particularly terrible to me, even as testicular cancer is scary and horrendous to most men. I was quite moved by one breast cancer information and prevention program called, “Save The Ta Ta’s.” A cause dear to my heart and worthy of great support, sorry, I could not resist the pun as in my title today, “Breasts A Touchy Subject.” I just had to type that three times, once, twice, three times a lady. Or as the old preacher said. “I tells ’em what I’m gonna tell ’em. Then I tells ’em what I tells ’em. Lastly, I tells ’em what I told ’em.” The perfect three point sermon. But in this lesson two points will more than do. Or as Austin Powers, International Man Of Mystery, says, “Oh, behave.” Too late for that.

As babies we start out quite fixated on breasts and though they say “tastes change” some do not. If I have any purpose in this piece, I mean besides the obvious one of getting to talk about one of my favorite subjects, it is to share once again a theme I push frequently. Everything and every body is beautiful in their on way. Okay maybe neither we nor boobies are all created equal but we are all nevertheless equally loved and appreciated by Love Him/Herself and by whomever allows love in them to live and to show.

Your friend and fellow traveler
Love and ta ta aficionado,
David White