I’m beginning to really love Boobday.
I don’t care if no one participates, honestly. The point isn’t numbers. Its main function — and only priority — is to provide a space for people with breasts to come and share.
To that end, I can only do so much. I’m a horrible Twitterer (as those of you who follow me there already well know). I do my best to get around during the week to comment on all my blogger friends, but I am so stupidly strapped for time, it’s criminal. It’s a miracle anyone keeps reading and comments here because I never seem to be able to reply in kind. I feel like a jolly giant asshole.
All this to say, I need your help to get the word out. If you have Twitter, say something about #boobday (hashtag and all). If you have a blog, mention it. Reblog it, retweet it, email your friends, whatever.
I’m not going to give up on this that easily.
I’m going to keep trudging along, every week, determined to provide a space for any breast-having person to tip the scales to exhibitionism and to get feedback from folks or just experience that feeling that is internet flashing.
It’s thrilling, it’s awesome, it’s beautiful.
I’m going to stick with this. I hope y’all stick with me!
Now, everyone who isn’t flashing us, it’s incumbent on you to be vocal in your comments about the tits you’re seeing. Visit her blog, leave a specific comment here for her, something. It’s a small price to pay for titties of a stranger you kinda know, you know??
And the enigmatic N. (on whom I’m totally crushing) said it best the other day when he said disembodied parts of someone he doesn’t know does nothing for him. And I completely and totally agree! But I’m here to tell you, chances are you do know the woman behind the tits on Boobday.
If that does anything for you at all, leave a comment! Please!
Nothing is for free, after all, folks. Even titties come with a price of some sort: beads, dinner, a random comment. I think y’all can handle it, though. I have faith in you!
Not my tits: