Photo: Jared Polin from Fro Knows Photo
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.
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The only problem I have with going topless (besides the fact that my breasts would not garner appreciative stares), is that breasts can get in the way. Much like men’s “junk,” sometimes it’s a good idea to keep them contained. Although mine, truth be told, are too small to flop about, I can only imagine how annoying they would be if I were to practice yoga in the nude 😉 That said, the social constraints on women in the US is outrageous; sexualizing the breast which is a primary source of food for infants is ridiculous. Yet, like you, I can find men’s breasts to be very appealing. In fact, before my husband and I started dating, a group of us used to go to a community pool near our workplace. The first time he and I had a conversation, it was all I could do to keep my eyes focused on his face and not on his lovely, well-muscled chest with its light coat of blond hair 🙂
That is awesome! I completely concur with everything you’ve said. I take your word on your hubbie! Breasts are a pain. I remember wanting them so badly as a young girl. I was a late bloomer. Then when they arrive I quickly wanted to renegotiate with GOD. They were far more trouble then they’re worth. ;)~
LOL, my high school best friend had large boobs and we would try to dress like twins. This was back in the 70s when tube tops were the fashion. You can imagine my smugness when the tube top fit me perfectly and only just barely covered her breasts 🙂 The biggest complaint I’ve heard from my well-endowed friends is having to ALWAYS wear a bra (and if they are runners, two or three sports bras). Whenever I want to complain about my small breasts, I count my blessings 😉