Thursday, 24 April 2008
Everybody Needs a Bosom
There is much truth in the lyrics from Cornershop's "Brimful of Asha":
Everybody needs a bosom for a pillow Everybody needs a bosom
There is the aesthetic appeal of a bosom, of course. From the small and pert to the big and bouncy, all bosoms are pleasing to the eye.
Breasts have great sexual allure and yet even when this factor isn't present they still hold an undeniable power over men and women alike. A big, bosomy hug is immensely soothing. Resting your head upon a perfumed pillow of decolletage is the next best thing to being a babe in arms again, absolved, momentarily, of responsibilities, comforted, safe, loved.
Breasts are inherently tactile. Obviously my husband has enjoyed many happy hours putting his head between mine and going "blubble blubble blubble". Yet my gay friends can't resist my bosoms either. There is no sauciness involved, they just seem to find them fascinating. They take an uninhibited childlike delight in touching them, cuddling up to them and seeing how many flowers/twiglets/feathers/crackers they can get down my cleavage before I smack them.
I, on the other hand, have no corresponding fascination with, or desire to grope, their wobbly bits.
Nobody needs a scrotum for a pillow.