Well, as my friend, Jack, used to say, “Fuck me with a rake.”
I cannot wait for 2016 to be over; I don’t even like the sound of it in my mouth. Twenty-seventeen has such a better clip to it. We English speakers grab our lip with the V and and hold the tongue against our teeth for the N. It feels like sexual move, to be honest.
As I predicted two weeks ago I’m ending the year sick, though “sick” isn’t quite right. I’m just unwell. Something has attacked me this year, mind, body and spirt. Simultaneously, many things have fought against it all right along side of me. My generous sister, friends, and dozens of incredible strangers have all given their love, support, and even money to help me get through this year. To them I am forever and eternally grateful. Thank you.
Twenty-sixteen was the year a drop in income coincided with an increase in expenses, both of which were significant and uncontrollable. My hope is that 2017 is the year I claw my way out of all of it. The financial crisis, the health weirdness, the loneliness.
That poll I took a few weeks back determined that y’all kinda like the Boobday name, so I guess I’ll leave it as is (for now), but expect a few new things this year. I’d like to broaden the reach and gather more bodies to share. If anyone has ideas as to how to achieve this, email me! I’d love to hear them.
Ok, I need to shut up and post!
I love you all, so so so so very much and I am so grateful to host this little meme each week.
PS: I’ve set the link up for 24 hours from the time I post, so feel free to link up tomorrow!
1) either submit a pic to me via email (email@example.com) OR
2) submit a link below to your own blog post for Boobday.
Also, just as a reminder:
If you send me a pic, be sure to tell me if you want to be anonymous or not and what your pseudonym is (if you have one or I gave you one)
Tell me why you chose the photo you sent
And don’t forget to comment on everyone’s posts! This is all about spreading the love!
NOT my tits:
Farewell 2016,crossing fingers and legs (OK maybe not legs LOL;)) for a fuck-load better 2017. Have fun and be safe everyone, Mwah from SA xxx
Even though I’m not a cisgender woman this gives me the change to express my female side and what’s inside. I feel safe and accepted with your blog community and you as the host. Im going through a lot now and will be this upcoming year so this helps.
The after affects of a long time in the nipple pumps.
Click the images below to see who else is participating!:
I really and truly have so much respect for parents of more than one kid and endless awe for anyone who’s doing it alone.
I’ve been alone with my sister’s 3 small children (plus my own who’s the oldest) since Tuesday afternoon and I feel like a twisted rag. Small hands tugging on me, constant demands for this or that, spats about literally everything imaginable, tears, whacks, pouts, giggles, hugs, smiles, you name it and it’s happened here in the past 72 hours.
I wouldn’t call this fun, but I haven’t been this happy in months. I’m with people who love me and when I think about it I well up with tears. My sister has given me thousands of dollars over the course of the year because she makes more than she needs and she knows I need it. My brother-in-law wants me to move in with them. The kids think I walk on water.
My sister and her husband come home tomorrow, but I almost don’t want them to. It’s been so nice being surrounded by the chaos and the love, like a force field against the world.
It’s also been fun texting with the 21 yo soldier I sat next to flying into SFO…
It’s my 5th anniversary, to the day; such a strange feeling.
I’ve made incredible friends I hope to know the rest of my life, pushed myself to grow as a woman, mother, and artist, and been warmly accepted by an incredible community of other writers, advocates, and artists (see my blogroll on the sidebar).
This blog has changed my life. Thank you so much for coming along with me on this journey. You all mean so much to me, Internet Boyfriend!
This week I kept it simple with loose breasts under a tank top out at the dog park, just plain and real. I think it’s a fitting marker for 5 years. No fanfare necessary.
I want to take Boobday to the next level and am contemplating a name change. I worry that “Boobday” makes it sound less beautiful, less important, less impactful. But maybe that’s just me?
So, having said that, I need your help! If you have a second, please answer these questions (you can pick more than one answer for the second poll) and I’ll go from there. Hopefully more than one person shares their answers!
Keep in mind what my mission is for Boobday:
To provide a safe place where women can display their bodies to both feel empowered and to empower others, to embrace body love and positivity and eschew body shaming, and lastly to show that confidence, sexiness, and health come in all shapes, sizes, colors, and origins.
Ok, guys. Lets get to gettin’.
Here are our 2 regular lovely ladies for your viewing pleasure.
Happy Friday, y’all!! In case you missed it, my dear friend Molly has released the Top 100 Sex Bloggers of 2016 List!! Go check it out and spread the love! I can’t wait to read and meet all the new people!!
Hope you guys have a brilliant first weekend of December!!
Sorry for the late posting! There was literally no way in hell I could have gotten it up unless I’d written it 2 weeks ago! This week has been balls to the wall; I’ve barely even slept!
Anyway, I hope all my fellow Americans had a lovely Thanksgiving Day and many thanks to everyone for being so wonderful to me throughout the last few months. I’m beginning to feel more like Hy and this blog is becoming more and more attractive to me.
Givers of sustenance to our children and pleasure to our lovers of all genders. They’re inextricably linked, yet distinct.
When my baby suckled it was a deep, rich pull from within. A surge through my nipple then a little release into obscurity. Looking down at that face I felt ancient and powerful, complete. This is what they were meant for first and foremost.
Or maybe that’s wrong.
Maybe they are there for pleasure, to lure in a man to create the life in the first place. A siren call to touch and suckle again and plant their seed deep in my body. A tidy circle.
The complexity between sex and nurturing confounds many, but they are a dual reality. I don’t understand why we fight against the truth: breasts are both sexual and non-sexual.
Want to know how to tell the difference?? Ask the woman.
A woman is sexualized throughout her lifetime for doing the most mundane of things. A woman who is breastfeeding does not intend to titillate, she’s feeding her child. Likewise, a woman who is wearing swimwear, a fitted shirt, a berka, a turtleneck, a plunging neckline all while having breasts is simply conforming to the costume of her culture. What’s the weather like? What’s her mood? What does her religion say? To assume she is attempting to excite is an easy excuse to react negatively towards her.
We’ve progressed to a complex system of arousal based on exposure that really does nothing to avert or slake a man’s lust. A woman’s body is not the tinder to a man’s spark. His imagination and power is. In this sense cleavage or a nipple is as tantalizing as an ankle or a lined eye; we can’t control it! A woman cannot ever in her lifetime avoid being the object of a man’s lust, nor is it her responsibility to do so; it is his job to manage it and behave humanely.
So here I am ranting on about breasts and why they are both sexual and non-sexual. Even without a babe to nurse I use my breasts in a non-sexual manner. I use them for warm, squishy hugs with children — I remember well the hugs from my mother with my face in her warm bosom. I walk proudly and with confidence so younger women may see that all shapes are beautiful. I discuss consent and victim shaming as they pertain to women’s bodies and bared breasts being an oft discussed topic.
In any case, this is by no means the end of this discussion, but just some things that have been on my mind. I will continue my little mission to defuse the negative aura surrounding breasts and bring a sense of autonomy to our bodies, but so long as people can’t find distinct places in which to categorize breasts and nipples they will always fall into the one — sex — and they (we) will forever be considered inappropriate.
No matter what we cover up we are sexualized and very often against our will. Hiding our bodies feels more like a capitulation than a solution. It’s why this meme means so much to me. Take it off, show it off, do your thing. Not only do you not have to look a certain way, but you’re also allowed to share whatever you please of yourself.
Perhaps it’s a sexual event for you or perhaps not. For me on these days there’s an allusion to sex — I’m often semi-nude, after all, and I hope to inspire — but it is not an invitation or even a proclamation. It is most simply a woman’s form, unadorned, and exposed. Both a sexual being and non-sexual. All woman. Interpretation is art, violence is choice.
Love you guys. Keep doing your thing. There is no shame in loving to show your body. Absolutely none. Nor is it a call to abuse you. It’s a beautiful place, this complex, tricky thing we call our body and the more we stand up for our rights to do with it as we please, the more it will feel normal to do so.
[Ed. Note: I changed a few words to better delineate my meaning. I know how confusing it is for some to see me expose myself and then seem to say “Don’t be aroused,” but that’s not what I meant and I hope my few word changes have cleared that up. To be clear: You may be aroused, but that arousal (of penis or ire) means nothing about me as a human being and is not an invitation to act upon whatever feelings you might have – be that violence or vitriol.)
Friday is here, y’all!! Thank you so much for sticking around as I reorganize my brain and my feelings. I started a real post earlier in the week, but then I got sick (bronchitis) and my headaches have been increasing (CT scan is all clear!). In any case, it’s been a long, rough week.