Last week I was sitting around a Thai restaurant when I saw a young girl walk by with her titties hanging out.  I was a little surprised because it isn’t something you see very often, and assumed it was some sort of protest.

Apparently, it’s just some woman who wants people to know that it’s legal for women to be topless in NYC. Hell, I was unawares!

This woman is damn cool if you ask me.  She also has a ton of guts.  Brass ovaries, if you will…  I think it’s awesome, and not because I am into tits.  I am one of the few guys on the planet that makes no connection between tits and sex with respect to my own arousal.  I recognize them as an erogenous zone for women and they are fine to work with within the context of sex, but outside of that context I see nothing but two milk-bottles.

(I was actually searching Google for an image of a girl with milk bottles for tits and this came up.  lol)

However, let me talk about why guys are obsessed with breasts… while common dime-store psychology assumes the male child didn’t get enough or else too much breast milk, in actuality men are obsessed with tits for the same reason women are obsessed with cocks.  That is, the man is penetrated energetically by the woman’s heart, and the breasts are symbolic for femalehood, just as a cock is symbolic for manhood.

Even myself, who has normally zero interest in breasts, is interested in breasts that are filled with hormones.  Sadly, such breasts are few-and-far between.  Breasts filled with hormones (which are usually large as a result) are symbolic for a powerful female energy which the man yearns to be penetrated by.  Because, it is through this energetic penetration that a man can know himself.  Since most men do not know themselves, they become obsessed.

So there you have it!  I still don’t know why Moira really runs around with her flapjacks slapping about, but it sure makes life interesting!