I’ve written before about breasts. I like them.
I like them big, I like them small. I like them right in the middle.
The size is never what appeals to me about breasts. What I care about is shape, and texture. I can’t stand silicone. Or saline. I want your breasts to be your breasts. Not the breasts a doctor gave you.
I’ve been wondering about why that is, what it is about fake breasts that turns me off so. At the concrete level, it’s very simple. I don’t like the look of enhanced breasts. I don’t like the scars, don’t like the rigidity, the artificial-appearing solidity of them, the way they tend to stretch against the flesh, and to move just a bit less than they might otherwise.
But being me, I assume those are just the manifestations of the real reasons I don’t like enhanced breasts. I’m not sure, though, what those real reasons are.
A couple of possibilities occur to me:
- There’s something about the assertion of a woman’s sexuality in the procurement of enhancement that is intimidating to me, that I experience almost as a form of aggression.
- There’s something about the artificiality of them that bothers me. About fake-ness, the sense that what’s before me is in some way a ruse.
- Related to 1, almost by definition, a woman who enhanced her breasts did not do so for me. She did so either for herself, or for all men. And I don’t like being “all men.” I want you for myself, I want your manifestations of your sexuality – at least in my presence – to be all about me.
Those are just the thoughts that come immediately to mind. Do you have any thoughts?