Ah, October, I’m so glad you’re here. My half of the world is cooling off and anticipation is growing. Hallow’s Eve, Thanksgiving, the Holidays.
Fall has also always brought me love, something significant. Every man I’ve ever loved came to me in the fall of some year. Maybe the Universe likes me in sweaters. I dunno.
And like many of you hating on September (Fay and Caitlyn to name two), I’ve hated most of the goddamned summer. July was brutal. I’d never much cared for it before this year, but now it’s a black mark on the year likely for the rest of my life.
But it’s October now and I can let go of my anger. It feels cleansing, almost, this change in spirit. Things dying to make way for a stillness and then a rebirth.
Sometimes, I really like how time keeps things moving.
Want to participate in Boobday? Read the guidelines and send me a pic. I don’t censor the images, so there’s no “making the cut.” That would completely defeat the purpose of Boobday. I want to provide a space for women (cis and trans, bi, straight, gay, skinny to fat) to expose themselves and feel proud of what their mamas gave them.
If you don’t include your Twitter handle, your post URL, and whether or not you want to be anonymous, I’m not going to do any investigating, but also won’t assume anything, so be sure to have all the info every single time! If it’s not in your email, it won’t be in the post. No blog post required if you just want to post on mine.
Also, only post your Boobday pic on Fridays and always include the Boobday button in the post and a link back to me.
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