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August 09, 2006

all abreast in anxiety

Sometime over the winter shane made a guest post that was all about my boobs. I can tell you that several people found it offensive. My bloglines subscriptions dropped by 1/4. It was also my most popular post ever in terms of comments.

His obsession with my post-lactating breasts has neither waxed nor waned. Last night he was trying to coax me out of my bra. I have taken off my bra for him once. The jostling and jiggling that followed lowered my self-esteem enough that i have not removed it again since.

In the middle of our giggling wrestle we both noticed something.

him: "you're kind of struggling to breathe, are you okay?"

me: (feeling like he's sitting on my chest) "yes, yes, i'm okay."

him: "oh my god! you're having a panic attack aren't you! You're having a panic attack cause i want to see your boobs!"


Posted by Jess at 08:54 PM Permalink

Comments (17)

It's like the rush/anxiety of the first reveal all over again!

(People who are offended by natural booby talk are wankers.)

Kim

He really likes your post-baby boobies? Baby, embrace that and run with it.

awwwww, you poor dear. your breasts are wonderful. i hope you are feeeling better.

I have looked and looked for that post. I can't believe you would lose readers over a guest post.

as a man, I can affirm that boobs are boobs. and they're all good.


here he is

and again, i have no comment. and no editing ability.

I like Shane.
Very
much.

Scoff not. Thousands of women each year die from Branxiety attacks.

No wait...Boobxiety?

Damn. My credibility's shot now.

I think you should try to believe him. Even though it's hard. Just give him the benefit of the doubt. There's absolutely nothing wrong with your breasts. You're perfect as you are, and he knows it. Those breasts have fed FOUR children! They're miracles.

Hey, I love how you've (both) been so candid about this.

My husband is in agreement with Shane. I'm not self-conscious about my (toddler's-almost-weaned) breasts, but I find it annoying when he touches them. (At best, it just does nothing for me.) This was true before the pregnancy, too.

He respects me (and finally believes me after years of denial!), but thinks I am the only woman alive who is annoyed by having her breasts touched.

Am I?

I love it!
Yeah.....my boobs have no sex appeal to me..though I enjoy the cleavage thing...but loose a lot of food down there too.

My dh LOVES my boobs. Cannot get enough of them to the point where I feel like some sort of squishy stress toy for him.

I don't enjoy the boob thing..but he does...so I just smile and let him enjoy them as long as he isn't too rough in trying to awaken something in them....I am never sure what he wants them to do!

i'm a new reader, and cannot for the life of me imagine what upset people about his post. the mind boggles.

My toddler isn't weaned, and my breasts are still in that "they are touched enough during the day, thankyouverymuch" stage. I wonder how I'll feel when she's done. Right now, there's no turn-on for me (though my dh does feel like Shane does!).

Dude, Nate and I would cut our personal interactions by 1/4 if we couldn't mention my boobs. It's sort of the fulcrum on which the comedy of our life rests.

Take off the damn bra, lady. As Nate would say, "what's not to like? THEY'RE BOOBS."

I am with you. I want to love my boobs again, I really do, but they just don't do it for me anymore. My husband doesn't care but that doesn't make it better for whatever reason. Feh.

I thought Shane's post was honest and totally endearing.

Maybe start flashing him throughout the day if you feel so inclined. You know, work your way up to it.

Oh Jess! It's okay! My husband is obsessed with my boobs, too. He finds it funny to ask me to flash him from the deck when he mows the lawn. But I'm so worried the neighbor's will see and I don't think I could look any of them in the eye after that!

Oh, no. :)

I am still creeped out by the "turning the radio dial" move, like I am just a play-thing. And yet, I know Husband means it in the most "respectful" way.

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