I woke up one morning recently with the song “I’ve got rhythm” playing in my head, although the words have been changed a little.
I’ve got tittties, I’ve got boobies, I’ve got my girls, who could ask for anything more.
My therapist suggested I write something in my blog about loving my boobs. I really don’t know what to say except that I like to look down on them peaking out the top of a lace bra and I love to touch them when I am alone at night and imagining having a partner to caress them.
The thing of it is that I have always had boobs, or moobs as some might call them ever since I was in Junior High School. I couldn’t get dressed for gym class until all the other guys had gone out on the gym floor. How I managed to play JV Football in my Junior year when living in Japan, I’ll never know, especially taking showers with the rest of the team.
Notice the backward “S-curve” as I stand between my mom on the left and Kazuko, our maid, on the right!
I have put off publishing this post for weeks but I’ve got to bust the dam, excuse the pun.