This is a bit of a confession. I am putting it all out here, in gratuitous detail, so I'm warning sensitive readers (and family members). This is gonna be icky. And frighteningly personal.
This should come as no surprise to anybody who knows me, or especially to anybody who has read this blog.
I'm obsessed with the female bosom.
I can't help it. I noted to Ginny tonight that I wish I could get a brain-mastectomy. Not that I want to no longer find breasts appealing, but that I want to stop finding them so completely and totally uberappealing.
I like them a lot. This much is known.
There was a blonde chick at the bar tonight. She was otherwise completely non-noteworthy, except that she had a massive rack and was wearing a shirt that showed them off - quite deliberately. I couldn't help it. I didn't stare, but I noticed, and probably made it obvious that I was noticing.
That's disgusting. I don't want to be one of those guys. I feel like a pervert.
Why do I find myself obsessed with them?
First, a bit about my upbringing. These things have been mentioned by various sources as being important factors in sexual development. If that sort of thing starts early, this is the lowdown:
I was bottle-fed, not breast-fed.
No female in my immediate family has the kind of figure that I'm attracted to. None of them. They all tend to be slender, slim-figured women. No, wait - not tend. They are.
My family does not walk around naked. It was rare to see anybody shirtless, let alone buck.
My first exposure to a naked woman came from old issues of Playboy that my neighborhood friends had dug up out of their fathers' dressers. The women in those issues looked an awful lot like these lovely ladies, in what I assure you are not work safe images.
I didn't have any girlfriends until my mid-20s, and most of you know who she is, and know that she's in keeping with my well-documented preference.
I've posted about Nigella before, and Jennifer.
I don't know why I feel this way, or what I can do about it. I'm afraid it's going to negatively influence my attempts at healthy, adult-style dating experiences, if I'm selecting for women who fit a very specific body tyype.
I don't think I'm necessarily doing that, mind. Certainly not in person, to women I meet, or notice my attraction to.
But I will overlook nearly anything else in the service of my fetish.
I don't think it's a good one to have.
Advice, internet?
This should come as no surprise to anybody who knows me, or especially to anybody who has read this blog.
I'm obsessed with the female bosom.
I can't help it. I noted to Ginny tonight that I wish I could get a brain-mastectomy. Not that I want to no longer find breasts appealing, but that I want to stop finding them so completely and totally uberappealing.
I like them a lot. This much is known.
There was a blonde chick at the bar tonight. She was otherwise completely non-noteworthy, except that she had a massive rack and was wearing a shirt that showed them off - quite deliberately. I couldn't help it. I didn't stare, but I noticed, and probably made it obvious that I was noticing.
That's disgusting. I don't want to be one of those guys. I feel like a pervert.
Why do I find myself obsessed with them?
First, a bit about my upbringing. These things have been mentioned by various sources as being important factors in sexual development. If that sort of thing starts early, this is the lowdown:
I was bottle-fed, not breast-fed.
No female in my immediate family has the kind of figure that I'm attracted to. None of them. They all tend to be slender, slim-figured women. No, wait - not tend. They are.
My family does not walk around naked. It was rare to see anybody shirtless, let alone buck.
My first exposure to a naked woman came from old issues of Playboy that my neighborhood friends had dug up out of their fathers' dressers. The women in those issues looked an awful lot like these lovely ladies, in what I assure you are not work safe images.
I didn't have any girlfriends until my mid-20s, and most of you know who she is, and know that she's in keeping with my well-documented preference.
I've posted about Nigella before, and Jennifer.
I don't know why I feel this way, or what I can do about it. I'm afraid it's going to negatively influence my attempts at healthy, adult-style dating experiences, if I'm selecting for women who fit a very specific body tyype.
I don't think I'm necessarily doing that, mind. Certainly not in person, to women I meet, or notice my attraction to.
But I will overlook nearly anything else in the service of my fetish.
I don't think it's a good one to have.
Advice, internet?