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The one where I talked about boobs

10.22.08 | 30 Comments

Treespotter suggested I post about boobs today. Anita’s done one, Elyani also did one, Tree’s  gonna post his this evening. His exact words about this boobs movement (pun intended) were “I‘m doing this in the name of peace – Make Love Not War in Indonesian Blogosphere. Let’s Talk Boobs.”

Ok, so let’s talk boobs (and I know for some, they’re gonna fondle too)

I’ve actually talked about boobs before HERE and THERE. I have mentioned boobs a lot in my other posts too, because as you know, my blog is ALL about vagaygays, sex, and dicks. Well, the smartass who said that was misinformed, cos this blog is also about BOOBS and ASS.

In the ‘HERE’ post, I talked about how I used to hate my boobs (still do, kinda) and how I have embraced  (no pun intended) the idea of big boobs equals sexy, and how I have to come to appreciate them.

In the “THERE’ post I made fun of Kate Hudson’s barely there boobs. Well, they’re more like strategically placed zits, really, but that’s beside the point.

Today, I’m gonna talk about my boobs and how I still dislike them, and maybe share a funny boob story, heaven knows, I have plenty of those.

I don’t like my boobs cos they’re huge. I often stare at women with A or B cup boobs and envy them for having ‘ceplok telor’ (=sunny side up fried eggs) for boobs. Picture a woman with normal sized boobs running in the meadow with the wind in her hair, all smiles, with birds chirping and butterflies around her, in a summer dress with NO BRA.

See, I can’t do that. Bras are to me like air or water is to all of you.

There is no chance of me running around in a sunflower field or a beautiful meadow braless, it’s just not possible. If anything, running around anywhere will require me wearing serious badass yet supportive and tender sports bra.

Yes, it’s THAT big.

And yes, in some cliques in Jakarta, I go by the name of ‘watermelon’ as well as miss gorgeous and bencong. true story.

Once, I went with some girlfriends to a gay/drag club where women aren’t allowed in and as expected, we weren’t allowed in. I REALLY wanted to go in because the club was famous for it’s drag shows. The weekend after, I went with some of my gay friends there but not before they made me up to look like a drag queen. I was wearing a hideous white low-cut blouse, had a blond wig on, HEAVILY made-up that would put RuPaul to shame. I looked a bit like Dolly Parton, only MUCH bigger. (And you know I am a big-boned girl, right?)

Sure enough, they let me in. I was so happy to finally be able to get in that club. When inside, my gay friends introduced me to their other friends, some of which were in drag. I spoke lowly, acting as a tranny, but then they started to stare at my boobs admiringly. One asked where I got my boobs done, I told them I had them done in LA. Another asked to touch my little ponies to feel the consistency and I couldn’t say now so I let him, and then another, and another. Soon enough, at least 15 gay guys touched my twin buddies and was awed at how real they felt. My friends couldn’t keep a straight face and finally told them that I was a woman.

Not long after, I was kicked out of the club. I thought that it might be either word got round that I have a poonanie instead of a schlong or maybe one of the drag queens was pissed off my real boobs were bigger than her fake titties.

I am against breast reduction surgery now, especially today, mainly because:

a. It’s bloody expensive,

b. The skin below my neck, when scarred, produces horrific keloid scars,

c. After reading Elyani’s post about how drinking coffee has been linked to female breast shrinkage I thought I’d better start drinking coffee instead,

d. I don’t want to end up with yucky boobs like these people:

So I have decided to keep them, although I get so tired from carrying them around everywhere I go that I sometimes wish I can just leave them in the refrigerator at home. Why refrigerator? Cos maybe although I am a warmhearted breast person,

I sometimes like my boobs nice and fresh (not old and stale).

Please, make love not war, let’s talk boobs!! (and let’s go beyond the Indonesian blogosphere!!)

I am tagging Therry, Kopral Geddoe, Adrian, Richoz, Diny, creepy, Mike and Dilligaf to do a post on boobs (or a body part of your choice).

*Update: Got THIS HILARIOUS LINK from Brandon. Go on, click it, you know you want to…

*Update 2: I originally tagged Unspun, but un-tagged him because I thought his blog is so serious and I thought he might not appreciate it. But I see he has posted a comment here, so, yes unspun, I tagged you, and you are welcome to do the boobs post!

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