Love the tittle

Guest — Wed, 23 Apr 2008 13:25:29 -0400

This is my favorite title so far :) I'm really enjoying your blog. Esme is such a funny character, but your sense of humor and wrting really connects with mine. Keeping feedng us more, "Esme"

your boobage

Guest — Wed, 23 Apr 2008 13:12:59 -0400

My ex used to call it "boobage" --- which in my own twisted way I found funny, even though it's a little sexist. What is it with guys and boobs. Don't get it. BUT I DO GET your blog :) and really am enjoying it. A fan, mrssimpleton

Episode 21: Breast Intentions

Tue, 22 Apr 2008 08:14:48 -0400

I have to admit, my boobs have always been a big part of my life. Literally. They showed up late — I was fifteen (kind of apropos for me) but once they appeared they almost instantly had a personality all their own. You know how it is. (Well, if you've ever had double D's you do.) The boys gawk at you. The men whistle. Your friends say they're jealous but are secretly relieved they can go breezy and braless. (In the seventies, the cute sundress, no bra look was really in, remember?) Of course these days, Oprah devotes entire hours of television to how important a perfectly fitted brassiere truly is. (I always knew this. But I never had a syndicated television talk show to help me preach that particular gospel.) I am sure, however, there are many well-endowed women who are fully indebted to Oprah for getting this important information across. I myself have been known to run out and purchase the Oprah bra of the moment, and let me tell you — the fit (when done by a proper bra fitter — don't forget that part!) is always spectacular.

I know I have good boobs. I had good boobs when I was a teenager, when I was in college, when I had a breast reduction (double D's, remember) and I've had them since. They've almost never failed me. My boyfriends always liked them and so did I. Size, shape, the whole nine yards. (Jeffrey was perhaps the exception. This might make one wonder further about our relationship. He always said he wished I'd left them bigger, as if a C-cup wasn't big enough. This is of course metaphoric on a number of levels. I never got a good look at any of his prostitutes except for my Super Fan — she had whoppers — but I'm pretty sure he was getting some gazangas when he hired them.)

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Love the tittle

your boobage

Episode 21: Breast Intentions