Ah the #freethenipple controversy. Personally I have no desire to walk about showing my nipples to the world. I like holding a little something back that only a special few get to peruse. Honestly, I don’t think it is possible to desexualize the female nipple. And I for one wouldn’t want to.
But I also believe the male nipple to be as glorious. I have on more than one occasion appreciated the site of a man’s bare chest. Glad they can freely display them to the world. The male nipple is truly as titillating as a woman’s. OK more so, at least to me.
American’s more than most sexualize nudity. The Germans consider it a birthright. Freely hiking all over Europe sans clothing. Europeans everywhere hit the beaches topless. All nipples free to burn. Something I don’t recommend from personal experience.
So here’s the thing. I may not walk around topless but I do not believe anyone has the right to regulate my body. I believe we have the right to gain equality and our freedom. This may seem a silly place to take a stand but judge not lest ye……..
I freed my nipples once in rebellion and solidarity, freedom and youth. It was the summer of 1993 perhaps 4. My friend Lisa Perez and I were walking through Boulder with our clan, a group of guys we hung with regularly that included our boyfriends and roommates etc. It was early dusk and edging on 100+ degrees. The guys took off their shirts in an attempt to cool down further, let the breeze soothe their sweat.
Lisa and I saw no reason not to join them. Laws be damned. Though at the time, I believe women were allowed to go topless just not touch themselves. “No itching allowed!” we laughed.
There we were, just as hot and miserable as our male counterparts and there was a solution at hand. The feminists in us insisted on joining our comrades. Off came our shirts. We walked the remainder of the way across the hill topless side by side with the guys.
I’d have gladly gone to jail that day just for the privilege of my choice.