No, Kelli, it doesn’t make sense. The whole point of this thread (at least as I see it) was to question why flat women want big breasts and buxom women want flat chests.
I see HOW big-breasted women could have concealed their goods, but WHY?
I think if we’ve learned one thing from this thread, it’s that everyone is now in love with Typertrphy. But if we’ve learned 2 things, the other is that we should all be proud with what we have and shouldn’t be afraid to show it.
lets say you have the world best penis, long, thick , perfect in every way…
as an adult, women love your penis, every time you go to a bar, women stare at it, and try to touch it.(sometimes it is fun…) If you get stopped by a cop, they write the ticket while staring at your crotch.(kind of disconcerting) You go to meet the parents of the new girlfriend, and her mom stares at your lovely penis all the time you are there,(it makes you uncomfortable, but you pretend not to notice),or you go for a job interview, and the person interviewing you is either A)jealous that he doesnt have a penis like that,dislikes you and it slants the interview, or B), they are attracted to the penis, but they dont pay much attention to the rest of you.
As a child/teen…
You are the first boy in your school to get groped and hollered at for the big penis, the little girls you like cant date you because their parents see the HUGE penis, and they assume you are a sex machine.
You dont really feel comfortable as a teen because older women stare and say inappropriate things to you all the time, BUT, over time, you learn that if you wear the proper underwear, and stand a certain way, people see you, not just your huge penis…wouldnt you rather be a person, instead of just a penis, or a pair of tits?
I know it sounds like fun, but after a while, it stops being amusing, I am all for being yourself and all that, but why make a spectacle of yourself?
In the privacy of my home, I go braless, I wear tight shirts, and I even dress the pair up for a night of racy fun, BUT, in public, I want to be taken seriously, thats a real cahllenge when all they see is titty.
You did a fantastic job describing what we bigbreasted women go thru, but I don’t think any man could imagine EVER disliking his penis being lavished with attention. I just don’t think they have the capability.
Good description, Kelli. I think I have a better understanding. However, I do have a big penis, and I like it when I’m in a bathing suit and it’s well hung and people look at it. But I suppose if people were looking all the time, it would make me uncomfortable. I guess I’ll never know, at least until tight pants on guys are in style.
I once had a coworker get very angry with me because she thought I was staring at her breasts. It took me a minute to figure out why she was upset, because I didn’t have my glasses on. As far as I was concerned, I was just staring off into space; she just happened to end up standing in the spot where my eyes were pointed.
That being said. I have been caught staring (unintentionally, of course) in the past.
My worst embarrassment was one summer when I was running an AD&D game, and one of the female players was wearing a bikini. The characters were fighting some creature that had just breathed fire; this type of attack is a breath weapon. I was, er, not paying attention to my rulebook, and I instructed the player to “roll a saving throw vs. breast weapon.”
Freful: Pete obviously doesn’t know who we’re talking about – at first I thought he was bright. Pete - the name is pronounced
Si-co-rax (long I). I’m “from” America and yes familiar with the word “rack” - a repugnant male usage. I’m glad you’re so well-endowed - gee how appropriate your name is for your latest posting!
{{{…but why make a spectacle of yourself?}}}—Kelli
Very true. That’s why I keep it tucked in, and my fly zipped up.
–Kalél Common ¢ for all ages…
The spin cycle on the washing machine does not make earth worms dizzy. It will however, make cats dizzy. Cats throw up twice their body weight when dizzy.
Sycorax, there’s no reason to be glad for me. And there’s no reason for sarcasm, either. Kelli’s analogy was creative, but not fully effective, because of my response. And, Leslie, I don’t enjoy attention simply because I’m a boy. Just as many of the big-breasted women on this post like their breasts, so do many big-peniled [is that a word?] men like their penises.
There is a difference between not being self-conscious about your breasts and exposing them. Some of you (and many women, and some men) have the impression that wearing tight shirts somehow denotes promiscuity. When I see a woman slouching and/or folding her arms akimbo as she walks, I see an unsure, ashamed woman scared to look into a guy’s eyes. When I see a woman, big- or small-chested, walking with her head up, I don’t think “what a slut!” or “huh huh, hey, Beavis, check those out! huh huh.” I think to myself “there’s a self-respecting woman who’s going somewhere.”
A sexy woman is not necessarily one with a nice body. And CERTAINLY not one who hides her body, nice or not so nice. I–we–don’t want you to show us your breasts; we want you to look us in the eye and show us some confidence. Call me immature, Leslie, but I find confidence and self-respect attractive.
Despite what the images of women presented in popular culture have tried to make me believe, I LOVE MY BREASTS. They are just the right size (34B or C, depending on the time of the month) to be assertive without being aggressive. I can wear push-up bras & look sexy if I want, or I can wear no bra at all & not worry about straps showing. I can always find stuff in my size (though I can’t wear those cool Angel see-through bras cuz I have big oversensitive Eastern-European nipples.)
So I don’t have big pornstar boobs. So what? I love me just the way I am, & I have waaaay more important things to think about than whether or not I’m up to some arbitrary standard.
Ah well, Sycorax, let’s not be too hard on Pete. [random mundane and pointless story] My mom used to have a co-worker who was a Washington Redskins fan. His e-mail address was something like live4skins@companyname.com. Well, being a complete sports ignoramus, I read this as “Live foreskins.” Poor guy never did figure out why I kept avoiding him at the company picnic … [/random mundane and pointless story]
For what it’s worth, I’m a B-cup (I think – don’t wear bras at all if I can help it) and have NO desire to be any larger.
Fretful Porcupine: LOL, LOL…thanks for making my day with the “live foreskins” story!
kellibelli and others echo the complaints I heard from my ex-girlfriend who was larger than average. I am quite sympathetic, but I also agree with jayron 32 in that women seem to be overly critical of their bodies no matter what they look like. I don’t think the “grass is greener on the other…” syndrome is entirely the fault of men, either. Yeah, Playboy makes it difficult, but so do all those fashion mags with the anorexic models. In the real world, men’s tastes are as varied as the shapes out there. Just find the right match.
I like all breasts except the very extreme ends of the spectrum. I’m not too keen on implants for several reasons:
Health risks
Loss of nipple sensitivity
Esteem improvement can be less drastic and more lasting
Many boob jobs look horribly fake
Anyway, thanks for the mammaries, bosom buddies. I like staying abreast of the issues, but I think we’ve milked this one for all it is worth. With this off my chest, I think I’ll nurse a nip.
Kelli, Bravo ! I have not read in a few days, so had to read all of Page 2. I would say- althought it may catch me some flack- that being terribly large as a man is no less humiliating.
No…not me. Although I don’t spend a lotta time at the Ole Urinals checking the fellahs out, I seem to be entirely average. My brother, on the other hand…
It’s humiliating, and frustrating, apparently. He dated VERY little. Unlike the visible signs of large breasts ( as has been pointed out, one can dress to de-accentuate but so much), if one is very large in the penile arena, your soon-to-be paramour doesn’t know until things have progressed to either the tactile stage, or the visual stage.
I absolutely do not envy him. He’s huge, he married someone who apparently can handle it both physically and mentally, thank god. But…for all of the tongue-in-cheek ( rof, these puns are SO hard to resist here, sorry ) posts about men’s sizes vs women’s, I think it’s apples and oranges. Find me ONE man who is MUCH longer and MUCH thicker than average who is happy with it.
Just my .02 cents, I now return you to your regularly scheduled programming.