Monday, September 24, 2007

Tit Bits Too

Just writing to M'OM about our friend's tit-shredding tomorrow, and realised that it has been playing on my mind all day. My own breats ache to offer comfort for pains both physical and psychological. As I wrote:

you know, i feel like there should be some sort of ritual, not just for the people doing it but those around them. a bon vogage boobies party perhaps, or a symbolic bra or binder burning (though not REAL binders, for we need to keep them in circulation), a celebration of stitches and scars and sensitivities gone- and gained.

Doesn't seem right that these loaded lumps of flesh should be dismissed and consigned biohazard status without some sort of commemoration other than a couple of beers and a few new shirts. In losing the breasts one is gaining the chest, I know. But loss is still loss, even when the loss is consciously considered as profit.

On a much brighter note, to imagine to look on his face when he first hits the surf shirtless makes me smile a lot...

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