I have big boobs. Whereas some women would kill to have the knockers I have, I’ve never been a huge fan of them. I mean, yes, it’s a pretty impressive rack, but at the price of back pain and the inability to get a dress to fit me properly, I’d prefer them to be smaller. I think I’d be happy with a nice B-cup, which is a small cry from the Double-D situation I have at the moment.
Not too surprisingly, my boobs have always been a favorite physical asset of the men I’ve dated. They’ve loved my brain, I think, and I’ve always been complimented on my sick sense of humor and my eyes, but when it came to my boobs, well, they’ve always won major points with the guys in my life, both straight and gay. In addition to being an ideal place for the men I’ve been intimate with to put their hands or rest their head, my boobs have provided other, more exciting experiences. What could be more exciting than a breast for a pillow, you ask? Keep reading »
Breasts, boobs, tits, tatas, jugs, melons, knockers, rack — there are about as many nicknames as there are ways to show your appreciation for our golden globes. In the immortal words of Simple Minds: “Don’t you forget about me…” Seriously, fellas, you can go down on me for hours, but if you don’t touch my boobs, I won’t be satisfied. Unfortunately, every gal has got a story to tell about some boob hound who did her knockers wrong. So, let’s sit down for a little titty straight talk.
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We are at odds in The Frisky’s office about the bouncy boob castle, which will appear at The Museum of Sex in New York City (incidentally, down the street from us) beginning June 26th. The Freudian wonderland is a creation of Bompas & Parr, London-based conceptual artists. Everyone but me wants to hop around on those tatas with wild abandon. What can I say? Nipples read as “sensitive” to me — I’d rather hop all over an inflatable butt bouncy castle. Next exhibit? [Paper Mag]
Let no one say Rumer Willis is not dedicated to the cause. The cause, remember, is letting nipples be freeeee. Weeks after her sister Scout Willis paraded around New York City topless, last night Rumer kept a shirt on but the girls still out on the red carpet. The cause? A fundraiser for “Free The Nipple,” a film made by their friend (left), actress Lina Esco. As if this all wasn’t weird enough, Russell Simmons hosted and Chris Brown’s girlfriend Karrueche Tran attended. Keep fighting the good fight, Willis sisters! [Image via Getty]
I am not trying to argue for mandatory toplessness, or even bralessness. What I am arguing for is a woman’s right to choose how she represents her body — and to make that choice based on personal desire and not a fear of how people will react to her or how society will judge her. No woman should be made to feel ashamed of her body.
Scout Willis has written a piece for xoJane (which I recently decided is kins of a sex positive Daily Mail, what with the extremely lengthy and overly explanatory confessional headlines) about why she was photographed walking around NYC topless late last week. Her #FreeTheNipple campaign is in response to Instagram’s ban on the areolae, and while I was expecting to kind of roll my eyes at the whole thing being a little silly, her piece is actually rather well-researched. For example, did you know… Keep reading »
Ladies (and gentlemen), let’s talk about boobs.
Specifically, let’s talk about boob acceptance. Yes, I said it: boob acceptance. Because so many companies want us to feel bad about our boobs. The media is so ready to rate actresses based on cup size. Magazines tell small-chested ladies not to wear bandeau bathing suit tops because it’s not “flattering” — flattering meaning “big breasted.” (More on this later.)
There’s nothing wrong with having big breasts. And there’s nothing wrong with having small breasts, either. Keep reading »
Got small boobs? Wear ‘em with pride! Kendall Jenner was spotted out at Coachella in this “I Have No Tits” sweatshirt, which is available for purchase at Red Bubble for a mere $47.01 (a penny for your penny-sized nipples!). Got large boobs? I totally support you wearing this sweatshirt sarcastically. [Red Bubble] [Photo: Pacific Coast News]
“I lay on my back one night and looked down at my feet, and I prayed to God. I said, ‘God, will you please let me have boobs so big that I can’t see my feet when I’m lying down? God answered my prayers. I had no clue they would fall into my armpits eventually.”
God works in mysterious ways. Katy Perry reveals in the February issue of GQ that when she was 11 (and still hugely involved in her parents’ evangelical Christianity), she prayed that God would grant her an enormous rack. I wonder if Katy was reading a lot of Judy Blume at that time, like, Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret. This is like, Are You There God? It’s Me, Katy. God was listening that day indeed. [GQ]