Hey, why not give basoomas a personality? Make 'em poetic. Give them names and a cute little Traveling-Pants history.
This is the kind of stuff I hate.*
I'm tempted to lash out with things like, "My tits are pretty apathetic to each other, and for that matter, to me." It feels inevitable though that someone will be like, "Your body loves you, and you should love it back, you awful bitch."
Naw, man. My body loves me just about as much as a virus hates you. It's a machine playing out a program, and trying to convince myself that my various extremities have autonomous emotions is kind of insane.
But maybe this works, and it's for a good cause, and kudos, I guess, to the Pink Ribbon Circle of Life for being willing to sh0w b00b in such a paranoid no-nakie culture.
Work by Grey/Amsterdam and lush femme-focused photographer Rankin ... and there's plen'y more titty where that came from:
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*Another thing I discovered I hate today: the word "lolcano."
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When people ask me why I read your work, from this day forward I will point to this post and say, "this is why."
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