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My friend's observation surprised me a little, as he's not sexist and he's rarely heard discussing anything even remotely sexual. But his logic was seemingly inescapable, he simply reasoned that breasts were a week old baby's entire world. At an older age it's likely that a newborn would have other dreams, their world having enlarged to include brightly colored mobile objects dancing above their cribs and a world of other sights and sensations. But, at a week of age or less, boobies are all they've got!
I suppose there's little wonder that some of us never outgrow our fixation with breasts, they are marvelous and beautiful objects worthy of desire and obsession. With all of that said, it's my opinion that far too many cosmetic surgeries are done to enhance and/or alter women's breasts.
My favorite breasts on the planet are my slave/wife's, making me one hell of a lucky guy. Her breasts aren't what a surgeon would consider perfect, but that's probably true of most every other woman out there too, plastic surgeons like to create their own versions of beauty, rather than accepting nature's.
To me (I'm not a surgeon by the way,) my Serafina's chest is not only beautiful, her breasts are perfect. My slave/wife has had 4 children, and she's been on the planet for five full decades, so I'm sure a plastic surgeon would find things to improve. I however, do not.
With all of that said, this post wasn't meant to be a paean to my slave's breasts, instead it is to express my personal preference for unaltered anatomy. If you absolutely want or need cosmetic surgery on your breasts, I won't hold it against you socially or personally, but I won't hold you against me sexually. It's just not my thing.
I endeavor to always be sex positive, that's also something I strongly encourage in Serafina. I don't care to become onto an individual who is judgmental of other's kink or play style. I endeavor to be an "anything goes between consenting adults" kind of fellow, accepting of other's kink even if it's not my own.
But, that doesn't mean I don't have personal preferences.
And, personally, I don't care for the telltale signs of a plastic surgeon's work. It doesn't turn me on to see perfectly shaped breasts with a scars around the areola, rather, it has the opposite effect.
As we were splitting up, my ex had a boob reduction, and I’ll never forget her whipping them out from under the pressure bandages to show me. I guess she thought that smaller breasts would win me back, or perhaps she was trying to taunt me with what I wasn't going to have if she left. The thing is, she showed me while there were still bloody stitches surrounding her nipples. I don’t believe she intended that to be the way I remember her breasts, but that image is now burned into my memory.
And, in it's own way, that's a good reminder of something I've learned about the human condition. It's difficult (if not impossible) to choose how other's will perceive us, it's not practical to believe we can choose how other's will remember us. And, in the end, it's not how we look that will be remembered most, it's how we act.
Looks are really important for first impressions only, and that's not reason enough to submit one's self to the surgeon's knife. A soft mouth and a talented tongue will peak my interest far more than a pair of bee stung lips.
I openly admit those are my personal preferences, not everyone will agree that natural beauty is more attractive than the kind of physical "perfection" that can be attained through surgery, and that's ok. Heck, it's a good thing! I mean somebody's got to love women like my ex . . . just not me~!
Lily's sentiments exactly (though I've never had cosmetic surgery, so cannot speak so eloquently from personal experience).
ReplyDeleteAlso, some women have breast reduction done for health reasons. Very large breasts can be extremely difficult on one's back.
I think it's great that a wide range of bodies appeal to you; and I think it's totally fine that you prefer the look and feel of un-augmented breasts. So do I, for that matter. But I also understand why many women choose cosmetic surgery.
ReplyDeleteI also think there's a difference between surgery that might be considered reconstructive and those that might be considered cosmetic. However, I'm not as sure as you are that my surgery was all that different from your former wife's, and here's why: Did the fact that I had a fair amount of extra tissue on my torso prevent me from having sex? No. It just prevented me from feeling good about having sex. And that *does* put me in the same category as many women who have breast augmentations. I did it to enhance my sexual confidence, just like they did.
Lack of sexual confidence and body-image issues can be triggered by many things. After having two children fairly close together, I also weighed more than I once did. I didn't particularly like my body. Women are often counseled to love their body as-is, but I found that all the self-esteem exercises in the world didn't make me like the way I looked. What did help? Diet and exercise.
Sometimes the most effective way to like your body is: change it. No amount of therapy or self-esteem work would have restored my sexual confidence. What restored my sexual confidence was changing my body, not "accepting" my body.
There are obviously widespread problems with womens' body image, self-esteem, and sexual confidence. But if individual women could fix a society-wide problem by talking it over with a therapist, it would be fixed by now. Cosmetic surgery is popular because women know it's easier to fix their bodies than to fix a broken society.
Since societal norms are so important to you, than are you going to follow your argument to it's logical conclusion and now argue in favor of female circumcision?
ReplyDeleteI mean it's certainly a societal norm in some places, and that does seem so very important to you . . .
Cosmetic surgery is popular because we live in a quick fix society, and people delude themselves into thinking that by changing their outside it might change them inside. Sorry, life ain't so simple once you get past the surface!
saddling women with the impossible?
ReplyDeletemocking them when they fail?
Sorry, but that seems to be much more your thing than mine . . .
Didn't you read where I said - "If you absolutely want or need cosmetic surgery on your breasts, I won't hold it against you socially or personally, but I won't hold you against me sexually. It's just not my thing."
I am truly sorry you are threatened by my love of natural beauty in such a manner and to such an extent that you felt forced into turning a simple post about my personal preference into some kind of statement about society. I'm not really sure how you perceive the world, but it's pretty apparent I'm not wearing the same shit stained glasses you apparently choose for yourself.
Most folks I know who are truly into BDSM could give a flying fuck about what society at large thinks. I guess I'm enough of a rebel to flaunt my love of real breasts. I'm not sure what bus you rode in on, but perhaps you arrived at the wrong destination.
I shall bid you adieu as well.
It's been real, and it's been fun, but it hasn't been real fun . . . ya know?
Thanks Serafina, I've always wondered how dangerous it was for some women to have that intense breast play...it seems as if they will pay for it in future years.
ReplyDeleteAs a side note to to Michael's idea about never outgrowing the fixation on breasts. My daughter breast fed her first son and transitioned him to a tipy cup by age 1. When he was 2 and a half his baby brother was born. When my daughter went to breast feed the newborn, big brother threw a fit, going to mommy crying "mine, mine" and trying to grab the baby away from her breasts. I took the baby and told her to let older brother try to nurse a minute. She pulled him to her lap, he nuzzled and nursed then suddenly sat up and said something that sounded like "eeeww' made a face and climbed down. We couldn't believe that he still remembered nursing after a year and a half on a cup. Guess the guys never forget that first pleasure.
Joyce