Friday, September 16th, is Boobday!

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Can you feel fall approaching?  I can.  I’m beginning to think seasons are a state of mind as much as they are a change in weather; it’s still hot as fuck here.

Imma keep this brief today.  I’ve got lots to do and I have a ton of blog maintenance I want to do by Monday, so keep an eye out for this place to be all cleaned up!

I love you all and hope you have a fantastic Friday and rest of your weekend!!

xx

Hy

Full Boobday Guidelines here.

One of two ways to participate: 1) either submit a pic to me via email (hyacinth.jones@hotmail.com) OR 2) submit a link below to your own blog post for Boobday.  And don’t forget to comment on everyone’s posts!  This is all about spreading the love!

My tits:

Just me and a window. I chose this pic because I'm plumper than I'm used to, but I'm failing to be ashamed of it.
Just me and a window. I chose this pic because I’m plumper than I’m used to, but I’m failing to be ashamed of it.

NOT my tits:

Kim pulls a lovely, round mound out for us.
Kim pulls a lovely, round mound out for us.

bra on or off?!?

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Sandy knows how to pre-party.
Sandy knows how to pre-party.  Happy (early) birthday!!  Boobday wouldn’t be the same without you! xx

My birthday is Monday. Been distracted. Forgot tomorrow was boob day. Just took this pic at work for ya.

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I wish some of Kate's fuzzy sweater weather would head my way. I love different textures here.
I wish some of Kate’s fuzzy sweater weather would head my way. I love different textures here.

It’s getting colder over here! :)

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I love it when a woman opens up to us and Q's willingness is beautiful.
I love it when a woman opens up to us and Q’s willingness is beautiful.  And apparently we have yet another Virgo in the house!  That makes 3 of us!

“Birthday flowers! And me, letting my body be for once in images without supporting garments or rope, because it’s done so much for me, and I am working on truly loving it.”

Click below for more lovely ladies!

Sundays alone.

I woke up with the animals tucked around me, but otherwise human-free.

I haven’t taken many photos lately; some here and there, but I havent’ been feeling all that sexy.

I’ve felt womanly, full, bouncy, strong.  But not sexy.  Sexy is how I feel when I know someone is looking and I have been avoiding the gazes of many the past several days.

This morning I decided to see how I’d feel if I started to snap.

It always amazes me to see myself through the lens.  It’s like it’s another woman completely.  That’s not me.

I’m boring, relatively out of shape as I am in shape, middle aged.

I peeled back the covers and rolled and stretched.

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There was a knock at the door: the neighbor girl asking for Pey, but I’m alone and sent her away with a smile and a wave.

Back in bed with the hastily thrown-on robe.

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And then, suddenly, as if by magic, I feel sexy again.  Alone on a Sunday.

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Click the lips for more!

Sinful Sunday

Friday, September 2nd, is Boobday!

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Happy September, y’all!!  It’s my birthday this weekend and I’m planning my second teeny tiny mini weekend getaway with Peyton.  It’ll be 24 hrs with the person I love the most doing tourist-y things in a nearby city.  Not a bad way to celebrate 41, I must say.

I woke up feeling lighter than I have in weeks in part due to my decision to play here again and in part due to this awful summer coming to a close.  I hope never to experience a July quite like this one again.  It nearly killed me.

Big hugs to all of you and thank you to everyone who’s donated to my GoFundMe campaign.  I can’t believe even one person has chosen to help me out, but I am ever so grateful!  I’m past the half-way point to a plane ticket!  Yay!

And just as a reminder:

  1. 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)
  2. Tell me why you chose the photo you sent

Hope everyone has a great weekend!

xx

Hy

Full Boobday Guidelines here.

One of two ways to participate: 1) either submit a pic to me via email (hyacinth.jones@hotmail.com) OR 2) submit a link below to your own blog post for Boobday.  And don’t forget to comment on everyone’s posts!  This is all about spreading the love!

My tits:

Rumpled covers, shirt and granny pants: check, check, and check!
Rumpled covers, shirt and granny pants: check, check, and check!
NOT my tits:

I love the all the shades of pale on Mz. Hyde. So sexy!
I love the all the shades of pale on Mz. Hyde. So sexy!

MzHyde going for sultry & sensual! 💋

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This is Babe's first time here with us and she's been a long-time reader and supporter. I just love the warm tones, the creaminess.
This is Babe’s first time here with us and she’s been a long-time reader and supporter. I just love the warm tones, the creaminess.

I have been meaning to send a photo in for months but somehow life keeps getting in the way. Finally I have managed it, so here is my first boob day submission :)
Thank you for holding the space for this, I love the weekly posts.

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Sandy's being supportive with her gorgeous jewelry and coordinating nails.
Sandy’s being supportive with her gorgeous jewelry and coordinating nails.

For my man in blue

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Meredith and I were chatting this morning when I told her to send me her luscious tits for Boobday.
Meredith and I were chatting this morning when I told her to send me her luscious titties for Boobday.

I just made it for you, silly.  ;)  But sent it to Richard first.

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This Boobday participant hasn’t given me any info, yet, but I’ll update this pic soon!  Gotta say I’m a big fan of this image, though.  Can’t wait to learn the story behind it!
Click below for others strutting their stuff!

Friday, August 26th, is Boobday!

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Happy Friday, everyone!

Be you, be awesome, be phenomenal and stand up for your right to do with your body what you will, including exposing it.

The Burkini ban controversy has highlighted the continuing objectification and politicizing of women’s bodies and proven that it comes from many angles — this one as either religious or personal freedom — and not just a sexual one.

Ultimately, no one, no country, no entity should have control over a woman’s body other than the woman herself and she is the lone proprietor of that body.  Period.

If she chooses to cover it it is no less her right than it is for me to bare it all.  We may disagree with why she covers herself just as she may disagree with our exposure, but we would be colossal hypocrites if we said she couldn’t.

Thank you as always for being a part of this little movement and for showing women everywhere that we have a choice.

xx

Hy

Full Boobday Guidelines here.

One of two ways to participate: 1) either submit a pic to me via email (hyacinth.jones@hotmail.com) OR 2) submit a link below to your own blog post for Boobday.  And don’t forget to comment on everyone’s posts!  This is all about spreading the love!

My tits:

I'd forgotten I had this little teddy.
I’d forgotten I had this little teddy.

NOT my tits:

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I love the simplicity of this snap of Lauren (her 2nd here). A moment caught in time. (Click the pic for her blog.)

A pic of me in my new undies.

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I love the close up, the intimacy.

Keeping my husband motivated during the night shift.

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Kate turns to the Universe… and us.
Tired, sad, anxious boobs for you tonight. Feels good to share them so I guess that’s something.
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Mz. Hyde is back! I love the pull and the twist!
Mz. Hyde is back! I love the pull and the twist!
PeekaBoob!  Happy Friday & Happy Boobday!
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Click below to see other amazing Boobday photos!

I don’t know what to do next.

I began writing because I had to.  Words crawled against the underside of my skin like so many marching ants, less like blood flowing and more like an itch that had to be scratched.  And so I did.

I began an anonymous sex blog on Blogger and wrote about the intersection of motherhood and being single, but I quickly realized I didn’t want to talk about my child in that iniquitous arena.  I morphed it into what I really wanted to talk about — my sex life — and wrote with an openness as wide as my legs.  Too wide, as it turned out, because I naively shared the URL with lovers and friends and soon felt the pinch of the gag in my mouth.  Semi-anonymous is not fun, y’all.

I decided to shut it down and regroup, but not before I somehow I caught Rori’s eye way back in 2011.  And thus began my journey to not only continue to write but to improve upon it.  I wanted to create content that was beautiful, yet compelling, thought-provoking yet welcoming and above all else entertaining and A Dissolute Life Means… was born.

Earning the top spot on the Top 100 Sex Bloggers of 2015 list is what one might consider the pinnacle of my blogging “career.”  It’s what I ached to reach and worked so hard to achieve.  Its subjectivity humbles me, but the position also creates a welcome pressure to prove to everyone that I indeed earned that top slot.  I don’t want anyone to wonder, “Why the fuck did Hy get #1?”  At the very worst, I’d at least want someone to think that I’d worked hard to get there and at the best think it was well-deserved.

But with attaining a goal comes a strange dark side of achievement, the side of the mountain I couldn’t see as I was climbing the other: Now what??

Looking at the seven past #1s I find a variety of things ranging from a continued vibrant internet and writing presence to none at all.  One #1 disappeared shortly after her nomination under a dark cloud of allegations of illegal activity and another #1, Pandora, seems to have disappeared for nearly two years.  The other five #1s (Sinclair Sexsmith, Dangerous Lilly, Guy New York, Molly Moore, and Girl on the Net have all done exactly what I hope to do: grow.

They grew as writers, artists, and activists; they kept going, wrote books, gave talks, plugged in to the community of which they’re such a big part.  Some have even taken over Eroticon such is their dedication to all of us.

There’s a silence here in my life right now; I’m catching my breath.  Maybe I haven’t actually summitted anything.  Maybe I’m only half way there. 

This year has been a strange mix of unbelievable highs (Eroticon and London) and radical lows (health, finances, shitty anniversaries, continued heartbreak) and I have been bereft of my normally easily tappable imagination.  It’s not that writing feels like a chore, it’s just that I can’t seem to carve out the sacred space to allow it to happen.

And I have no shortage of stories to tell: Charlie the “Italian” waiter in Bristol, Poppy, Peter, George with the man bun, the many sub males with whom I am exploring my dominant side.  The men flow like the wine in my life – fast and continuous – but my creative juices not so much.

When I think about where else I want to go here a few things leap out at me: I want to convert this blog into a book, I want travel to London to attend and/or present at Eroticon 2017, 2018 and beyond if at all humanly possible, I want to keep advocating for body positivity and feminist sexual freedom.  And most of all, I want to keep writing.

I want to fill the world with my silly words that connect me to all of you.  I want to make art with these little black squiggly things pretty much for-fucking-ever since I can’t fathom my life without them – that’d be like eating food that tasted like nothing but chalk — but there’s a vacuum that my small success has created and I feel adrift.

I need to look more closely at my surroundings; there’s so much more beauty left to ascend and consume.

In lieu of a creative emotional space I have fallen still on my mountainside.  My exhausting summer of mind, body, and spirit must come to an end; fall, my most favorite, is oh so close.   Things will change because they must, but they’re going to change in the direction of my choosing.  I will regroup and refocus, double-down on my efforts because I’m not done.  Not even close.

I now know what is next for me: More — more art, more community, more Hy — and I will look at my achievements as flags staked along the way, not as stopping points, because I have higher to climb.  Hopefully, a lot higher.

 

Friday, July 22nd, is Boobday!

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Holy fucking hell.

Is it August yet?

Negative bank balances, a broken heart, all-consuming horniness, the world going to hell in a hand basket.  Yet another lovely July week in the books.

The good news is I feel more focused than ever, stronger, more lovely.  How I can feel this untouchable after such a disaster of a month is beyond me, but I do, exhaustion and crispy brain notwithstanding.

Here’s to one more week and then we tread the thick middle of August and slide into September.  Before we know it it’s Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year’s and BAM! 20-motherfucking-17.

Love you guys.

xx

Hy

Full Boobday Guidelines here.

One of two ways to participate: 1) either submit a pic to me via email (hyacinth.jones@hotmail.com) OR 2) submit a link below to your own blog post for Boobday.  And don’t forget to comment on everyone’s posts!  This is all about spreading the love!

My tits:


  NOT my tits:

Kim's snap reminds me of accidentally seeing something I shouldn't. Naughty, forbidden, luscious.
Kim’s snap reminds me of accidentally seeing something I shouldn’t. Naughty, forbidden, luscious.

just me and my boobies :-)

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There's something so raw about Sandy and her friend. She seems frozen as he uses the knife against her skin, his hand grips gently, yet firmly.
There’s something so raw about Sandy and her friend. She seems frozen as he uses the knife against her skin, his hand grips gently, yet firmly.

I’ve been wanting to experience wax with the boy toy but he’s been too busy. Went to an OTK party (over the knee) and knew the rope guy would be there (who also has wax experience) so I asked him to give me the experience. I chose this pic because I think the knife is hot!! Most guys tell me they use a butter knife for wax removal. Zzzzzzz, no thrill in that.

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The angle of this photo, the tear drops of her breasts. It all makes me feel like I'm right there with Madeline.
The angle of this photo, the tear drops of her breasts. It all makes me feel like I’m right there with Madeline.

Attempting to eradicate the tan lines!

Click below for more lovely ladies:

Friday, March 25th, is Boobday!

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I’m sorry I’m occasionally late with these Boobday posts.  Their time sensitivity doesn’t always fit into a busy Thursday schedule, such as yesterday’s.

I had a date with a young man I met once last summer and the night went quite well.  Really well, actually.  I didn’t have a chance to do this post until now after two cups of coffee and an easy morning listening to Thelonius Monk and making the cat chase a laser.

So, I hope you all forgive me and I hope my tardiness doesn’t mess up your flow and linking and all that other jazz.  I know it sucks to wait on a straggler.

Thanks again to everyone who’s been participating.  I think in the light of recent slut- and body-shaming stories in the media it’s more important than ever to show that every day people have a voice, too.

xx

Hy

Full Boobday Guidelines here.

One of two ways to participate: 1) either submit a pic to me via email (hyacinth.jones@hotmail.com) OR 2) submit a link below to your own blog post for Boobday.  And don’t forget to comment on everyone’s posts!  This is all about spreading the love!

My tits:

I've never fully understood the fascination with underboob.
I’ve never fully understood the fascination with underboob.

NOT my tits:

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If it weren’t for Kate’s brown locks, it’d be hard to tell this pic was in color. Stunning contrast against her skin.

A new top I ordered arrived today. I’m wondering if I can be brave enough to wear it out braless some night. Hubby loves other men admiring my breasts. :)

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It’s rare when I laugh at a Boobday pic, but Kim tickled me with this one. That face! And then the tits! I’m so confused! How should I react??

“Grumpy Minion aka Kim in the mornings!!”

Have a funtastic and blessed Easter Weekend everyone, we are off to the beach for some much needed R & R, while the weather is still good.

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This image of Olivia is so goddamned sexy it hurts. (Follow her on IG at @oliviatarose)

Taking in the sun on a quiet afternoon. Feeling sexy and strong today.  Happy boob day!

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I know a lot of you will relate to this pic of Sandy: it’s sexy, it’s brutal, it’s hot af. I don’t think she needs to change a thing.

I really have to come up with better creative ways to take pics, but damn I love these bruises!!

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This is Yan from Singapore and it’s her very first Boobday submission, the first of many, I hope!

I have chosen this pic cause I wanna remind myself that I gotta love myself since I don’t have anyone to do that..

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Click below to see who else is participating this week!!

Don’t catfish: Be you.

I’ve wanted to write this post for some time.  I get lots of messages from men and women who think they aren’t attractive enough to date online or to date in general.  It breaks my heart because what I’m really hearing is that they are alone and hurting and I don’t wish that on anyone.  My hope is that everyone could come to the place of peace where I currently like to spend my time, it’s stress-free, attack-free, and it’s loving.  It believes that you are perfect just the way you are and that the only person for whom you need to change is you.  And only if you want to.

You don’t have to do this alone

I’ve written a lot about body image and how I see the equation of self-esteem.  I reject the idea that a person should be an island of self-support.  I need you, I need another living person to be my mirror because sometimes the voice in my head screams louder than anything.  It’s why I do Boobday.

A healthy balance is part reflection from others and part self-esteem.  The amounts of each depend on your needs.  On days when it feels rough, lean on those who think you’re desirous.  A lover, someone you sashay past on the street, the man behind the counter whose gaze lingers on your bosom, the Internet.  When you’re feelin’ like your booty is better than Beyoncé’s, you might not need to hear it from anyone else and can rock the sidewalk like it’s Paris Fashion Week.

My point is that we all struggle, even those of us who might seem like we have it all figured out.

I spent the first two-thirds of my life hating every inch of my body.  Too short, too hairy, lips too thin, shoulders not broad enough, arms too muscular, ass too big, tits too small (it was a thing once!), hips too narrow, on and on and on.

Occasionally, I’d have a respite and I’d see myself through the eyes of a man or my friends; my body did miraculous things like control 1200 lb animals or swim so fast it was like flying.  Eventually, it made another human being.  My breasts grew to twice their previous size and never left.  My muscles stretched, I filled out into a fully grown woman.  Unfortunately, my husband didn’t notice and he was adamant that my self-esteem issues weren’t his problem.  I was completely alone with my venomous self-loathing voice.

So, when my old friend Tony leered at me appreciatively that one summer night when my husband was away on business it turned my world upside down.  I had been living in a barren wasteland of self-hate and rejection.  “Damn, Hy,” he’d said huskily.  “Your hips…”  I hadn’t known my hips were nice.  Ever.

Six years later I have left the man who made me feel small and unimportant behind and have realized there is an entire lifetime of acceptance and love before me.  Men think I am beautiful.  They love my ass, my breasts, my curves, my face.  The old Hyacinth never heard this — or she was deaf to it, I’m not really sure — but I’m listening now.  Whether it’s actually true or not is beside the point.

The new Hyacinth chooses to trust the new men before her: they know what they like.  Who am I to question them?

Instead I rely upon their taste in me to guide my moves.  I decided very early on in my new single life that I would not be ashamed of what I looked like; I only wanted to attract the man who was attracted to me.

Celebrate your look

That meant being as descriptive as possible in online profiles.

I didn’t just say that I was height/weight proportionate.  I said I had rounded breasts and arms, looked like a farm girl, and even included my measurements.  I posted flattering pictures, yes, but I also posted a full body pic that I might not otherwise share because of my deeply rooted — and stubborn — insecurity that I am not really attractive.

[Side note: I have gone on hundreds of dates and only one man ever thought I had catfished him, though, frankly, I have no clue how since I had sent him multiple pics of me in all my regular, boring glory.  I think he was just a dumbass.]

Every man got what he wanted: ME.

I didn’t do the iceberg photo —  you know, the one where the camera is held high and you only see the face and a larger-than-implied body is obscured [beneath the water].

I didn’t hide behind coats.

I didn’t hide my curves.

I fielded a lot of questions about why I had pics of my tits and my response every time was, “It’s not of my tits, it’s of my figure.  I want to be up front about the way I look.  I’m not skinny or fit.  I like to call myself ‘softly athletic.'”

My friends who are less savvy when it comes to internet dating don’t seem to understand that the entire point is to attract people who find you hot to begin with.  Not to dupe them into digging your personality first.  That’s just not fair.

Yes, character is more important than the shape of a body, but so is honesty and ownership.  Own your body, be proud of it, rock the shit out of it!  You don’t want any one falling for a version of you you can’t provide later on in real life.

Believe the positive, ignore the hate

So often we hate our own bodies to the point we can’t believe that anyone else would find the greatest of pleasures in it, but it’s true: they can and they do.  Let go of the fear and welcome those who would worship you, just the way you are.  Tell that nasty inner voice of yours to shut the fuck up.

I have been stunned and humbled at the beauty that has presented itself to me with this attitude, men that I find to be much more attractive than me.  *Men with incredible physiques have clung to my softness, to my imperfect and dimpled body.  They have plunged into me, suckled on my breasts, and begged to fuck me from behind just so he can see my flesh ripple as he slammed into me.  Every single thing I was taught to hate about my body growing up they have worshiped and I have loved every second of it.

Don’t let fear make your decisions

As pissed as I was that I got catfished, I understood — he was afraid I’d reject him — and he was up front about the ruse once I called him out on it.  Obviously, he didn’t believe his real image would have caught my eye and he might have been right, but he took that decision away from me.  Had he put a real photo up it’s possible that, coupled with his chill post, I might have responded anyway and the evening would have gone wildly different for the both of us.

I imagine there must have been some level of anxiety on his part about my reaction to finding him out.  Being honest with me would have paved a path of least resistance, he could have relaxed and just enjoyed the night and not devolved into such a whiny, stupidly-high twat.

This goes for all of us, both men and women.  Be you, be exactly the way you are and hold your head high.  I know it’s terrifying — I only post photos of myself that I deem flattering — but anyone vile enough to pass on nastiness to you is merely giving away their own shit selves: they’re not worth your time.   Lift your chin and move on.

Find it in you somehow, somewhere, to believe that there are people out there who can and will find you to be their catnip.  I refuse to believe that there is anyone on this planet who isn’t someone’s cup of tea.

This wonderful community of sex bloggers is proof of that.  To my knowledge no one looks like Cindy Crawford, and yet we all are loved and fucked, we’re talented and caring, we’re searching and hurting and everything in between.  We’re not summed up merely by what we look like, but we also own what we are.  We don’t hide.  We offer ourselves up to you and you choose to stick around or not.  So too is it with online dating and life in general.  We really only want the ones who think we’re great to be in our orbits.

Offer yourself up unapologetically and see what happens because you are beautiful, you are desirable and you are fuckable.

Repeat after me:  I am beautiful.  I am desirable.  I am fuckable.  I’m gonna do me.

No go out there and be you.  

And don’t catfish anyone!

 

[*Ed. note: I tweaked this section to be clear on my point that I don’t prefer hard bodied men, but that I find them to be much better looking than me and I’d never in a million years think I could land such a guy.  It speaks to my point to trust others’ tastes and to be confident in what you’ve got.]

Friday, September 18th, is Boobday!

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My how things have changed in 7 short days.

I’m ok.  In large part because of all of your love and support.  The week has been busy in general (so that’s good), but I’ve also been feeling  a lot more quiet than usual.  I’m feeling lighter.  I’ll write more soon.  I have lots of things swirling around like my opinion on Bumble, my feelings about Craigslist and stranger-sex, how goddamned motherfucking horny I am, why I’m so shy, and on and on.

Are there any particular things you guys want me to write about?  I’m always open to suggestions.

Anyway, enough blabbing.  Go check out the tits.

xx

Hy

Boobday Guidelines here.  One of two ways to participate: 1) either be one of the first 3-4 people to submit a pic OR (OR, not AND) 2) submit a link below to your own blog post for Boobday.  And don’t forget to comment on everyone’s posts!  This is all about spreading the love!

My tits:

Even in my current heartbroken state taking a sexy pic feels restorative.
Even in my current heartbroken state taking a sexy pic feels restorative.

NOT my tits:

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I’m REALLY digging what’s happening here with Sandy.

These all natural beauties will be 50 on Saturday. All wrapped up pretty. Hmmm…do they need a bow?
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Kim proves there’s more to life than just stupid American football.

Ready to support our boys as the rugby World Cup kicks off this weekend.

Check out all the hot pics by clicking on the links below!  Leave lots of comment love!  Sharing your tits online is scary!!

Friday, September 11th, is Boobday!

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It’s weird to be posting tits on this day of all days.  I still choke up and cry any time I see an image of a tower or some stupid ass commemorative coin.  Buzzfeed had a post about a dog and person rescue team that worked Ground Zero that was honored this week and I read about half a sentence before I felt tears and had to click away.  It’s like it happened yesterday.

Then I remember it was 14 years ago — FOURTEEN — and I think ” Well, it’s ok to be normal, right?” and so I go ahead and write and post this silly little Boobday thing.   Forgive me.

In one tiny human’s news — this tiny human — this week has been a streak of colors.  Car problems, a heavy heart, busy at the office.  It’s not been bad, but it’s been… blurry.

On Saturday, The Neighbor is taking me out for my birthday.  I’m nervous.  I’m nervous about it being a repeat Groundhog Day and I’m nervous about my heart cracking.  It’s a strange choice of birthday present to myself, but, there you have it: I’m imperfect.  Really, really motherfucking imperfect.

The plan is to play, then go to dinner.  Play, like, catch.  Get your head out of the gutter.  He’d originally wanted to take me to breakfast, but you all know how I feel about an early morning date.  So I told him No and suggested a regular, grown person time of afternoon-to-evening sort of thing.  He was non-committal, but acquiescent.  We’ll see what happens.

In any case, I’ve been a little quiet this week and this is why.  I hope you all have a fantastic Friday and I hope your hearts are full of light and love and at peace.

xx

Hy

Boobday Guidelines here.  One of two ways to participate: 1) either be one of the first 3-4 people to submit a pic OR (OR, not AND) 2) submit a link below to your own blog post for Boobday.  And don’t forget to comment on everyone’s posts!  This is all about spreading the love!

My tits:

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Lounging alone…
Hy lounging on the couch
… as usual.

NOT my tits:

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Kim from SA gets a lovely (possibly upside-down) grip.

A hand-full of boob.

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I love how Sandy has jumped right in with us. The chain, the silky top. I’m loving it.

Boobs and chains. The boy toy likes me in the chain.

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Anonymous Get In Line. I just love this blurry, half-covered image.

And then there was the time I sent a picture of my boobs across the interweb!  Yep, a new personal best for shy, never nude me. I just thought my 40 year old 40DDs looked kinda good.

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Check out the other hot ass ladies who are participating!: