I Love Breasts, A Poem
Jul 23rd, 2022 by Aleya

Here is another personal poem by a friend, I think the readers of this site will appreciate – especially the ending!

    I Love Breasts

    If you can’t say something nice
    About a woman’s breasts,
    You need to learn more words!

    I love breasts
    Of all sizes and shapes and variations
    I remember the first pair of breasts
    I was intimate with
    They were soft and firm
    White with thick brown nipples
    Surrounded by large circles of the areolas,
    She was my first serious girlfriend
    And I was so lucky to touch,
    Kiss and suck on her breasts
    They were 34 C’s according to her bra –
    A short hair grew near the nipple
    On her right breast,
    And I always meant to tell her
    How much I loved it
    Though I think it was more
    Of an embarrassment to her,
    But all the petting we did
    Did not lead to a lasting relationship
    Which might have allowed me
    To broach the subject…

    I won’t try to catalog
    All the breasts I have known up close
    Or all the cleavage and side boobs,
    Bouncing breasts,
    Erect nipples pushing out cloth
    And small and large bosoms,
    I have admired

    I think my dream job
    Would have been the making of a travelogue –
    “Breasts around the World,”
    But I was beaten by a German-Bohemian duo
    Of photographers in the early 1900’s
    Who traveled North Africa,
    Lehnert & Landrock were their names
    And they set out to make postcards more popular
    With various portrayals of nude women
    Living in the various tribes and native groups
    Of that time

    And these men were followed by other photographers
    Capturing the beauty of naked women
    Now called vintage nudes
    Bellocq photographed prostitutes in New Orleans
    While later Alfred Cheney Johnston had a career of
    Revealing on film the au naturel talents
    Of Ziegfeld Follies female stars and dancers
    Including some celebrities you might know
    Like Claudette Colbert, Dorothy Flood and Clara Bow

    Perhaps, I should take a moment,
    To declare I am enchanted by the entire form
    And all the parts of a female
    Beauty is beauty
    And this poem is not about objectifying women,
    It is but an expression of my sexual reproductive
    Sexual excitement system –
    My hormonal cells
    Tended to latch onto breasts first,
    As my sexual awareness blossomed,
    And I have yet to lose my fascination for them

    Perhaps this is just a natural formation from
    My first experiences in puberty,

    When kissing and holding hands
    Could lead to the touching of a girlfriend’s breasts,
    But going further lead
    To the dire danger of pregnancy

    Or, perhaps, the psychiatrists among you
    Will find this incident informative:

    One day coming home from school
    And walking into the living room
    I found my mother breastfeeding
    My baby brother, 13-years my younger,
    And Mom asked me a question
    That I was completely unprepared for,
    “Would I like to taste her breast milk?”

    I was about to answer affirmatively
    When I noticed my sister watching
    From where she stood
    On the stairs above me
    And a sheath of humiliating shyness
    Overwhelmed me and I said, “No.”
    And stumbled off to my room.

    I don’t know why Mom asked,
    The subject never rose
    Perhaps, she just wanted to have
    A mother – son basic bonding
    One more time,
    But my opportunity
    To be again her baby
    For just a little while
    This time with a conscious mind
    Was forever lost

    Still, for whatever reason in my psyche,
    I love breasts
    And you might ask,
    “If I love breasts so much,
    “Why don’t I grow a pair?”

    Living in a world
    With so many gender striations,
    I just might do that!

                      ©2021 Carl Scott Harker




Some Breast Talk Poem
Jan 24th, 2020 by Aleya

    Here is a poem that I think that any man who has grown breasts will relate to.

      Some Breast Talk

      by Carl Scott Harker

      My left breast has recently
      Chosen to move and sway
      In unexpected ways,
      While my right breast stays
      Less moving.

      It has been 16 years
      Come and gone,
      Since the decision
      To grow my breasts.

      They jutted forth as small mounds
      That jiggled and changed and grew
      Until reaching their current size
      To firmly hold in place.

      The left is slightly more than C
      The right is slightly less.
      Is that the difference between
      Their movements now?

      My lover is a generous one
      Who touches, suckles, massages, rubs
      Pinches and licks and all the myriad things
      That make my stoic, silent self moan
      Beyond control,
      But these orgasmic strokes are shared
      Equally between the pair.

      For the first ten years
      I wore a bra,
      When not in bed and sleeping,
      But when I began
      To work at home
      I tossed my bras
      Into the bottom drawer
      And have lived 6 years unencumbered.

      But if this change is gravity’s effect,
      It pulls them both
      Towards the ground
      At the same acceleration.

      By the way, have you named your breasts?
      Besides left and right,
      I think of them as my
      Secret treasures!
      But no proper names have I assigned.

      I bring up this talk
      About my breasts
      Because I often wonder,
      If natural born women
      Gather and discuss
      Their breasts as often as I
      Think about mine.

      A sudden insight comes to me
      Is it the way I sleep
      More often on my left side than right
      That has caused this change?

      No matter why, I say,
      “Bounce left breast bounce
      And right breast keep your firm cool,
      “I love you both!”



        I hope you enjoyed this poem as much as I did. Please feel free to critique the poem, itself, as the poet appreciates feedback. And, of course, comments on the overall subject matter are welcome, too.

        Aleya



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    How Will People React to My New Female Breasts in Public?
    Jan 29th, 2017 by Aleya

    I recently received the following comment on another post which brings up a question that I think any man who is growing breasts has to consider – is how will people react to my female breasts in public?

    I, too, wondered when I first started growing breasts, if people would treat me differently. Growing breasts was a big deal to me and it is still a big deal to me. Having breasts is a major part of my inner life, and a nice part of my private life, too. But for others, the general public, my work associates and customers and even my family, my wonderful breasts have never been an issue.

    First, here is the comment from Thomas:


    “I am reading all the success stories and that is wonderful, however, for those that have large breasts how do you go outside to let say the pool? I am a very good swimmer and thus wearing a t-shirt would not work – so how do you expose your self to the public at large?

    “I ordered the cream, soap and drops and hope that my flat breast will get some shape, but does that mean I have to keep my top on?

    “So how do you go about this, this subject is new to the public at large – although I think there are maybe millions of U.S. guys that like to have breasts, not because they are cross dressers, but that they want to have breasts.

    “My wife asked me last night, if I was looking forward to the cream, and yes, I do look forward to getting a bit bigger breasts, but (I think) there is a down side of having breasts and that is public acceptance, how do you cope with that?

    “Thanks, looking forwards to a response.”


    In general, I would say there is nothing to cope with. My personal experience is that the general public does not notice that I look different in appearance than I used to. Instead of my male chest, I now have female breasts, but I still wear similar clothes to what I have always done – shirts, pants, coats, etc., plus a bra or not.

    But I believe there is not enough discordance or dissonance, in my deviance from a regular male figure, for people in public to view me as not fitting into the range of male bodies they see every day.

    Perhaps, you have noticed what I have: I now see a lot of men walking on the streets or on television whose upper chest seems to be as developed or more developed than mine and yet they fall within the image of the male gender.

    Now, if I were to wear tighter clothes or blouses/shirts that emphasized my breasts, some people might be confused on what my sex was. And if I was transitioning – there would be a time when I would do that. But I am just a man with breasts, who in public anyway, pretty much looks and acts as I always have. And either no one notices or they ignore this particular physical attribute.

    Some of my readers, who have larger, more noticeable breasts than mine, have told me the same thing: People do not notice or don’t care. Of course, by people I do not mean criminals, thugs and bigots of whom we must always be on guard with no matter what we look like.

    I am wondering – that this lack of notice might really be a function of privacy. Beyond my wife and some necessary medical personnel – no one knows about my breasts. I have kept that private. I have told no one, nor have I dressed with a bosom revealing blouse or shirt. Nor have I gone topless in public.

    As far as my family goes, they see me and we hug as families do. But the fact that my upper chest has bumps on it has never come up. And I don’t share it. I believe that I am a bit more feminine or “softer” in my manner, than I used to be, but I am still basically the same old me – a son, brother, cousin or uncle.

    As long as no one sees me without a shirt on, my having breasts has remained a private matter. That is who I am, although sometimes I wish the opportunity of sharing the experiences of having breasts with others would come up.

    But the main concern expressed by Thomas above – are those times when a male would normally be topless – as when you go swimming.

    Personally, I think in that kind of situation people will notice, some might stare, some might be offended, some will pretend that there is nothing unusual going on and some will accept you without judgement.

    Here is the thing, when you not wearing a shirt, as when you are swimming, it matters because you are revealing feminine breasts. The problem here is nudity. Female breasts are taboo in most public venues. And at some point when your breasts are growing, they will start looking like a woman’s to you and to anyone who sees them.

    It is funny, as long as your physique is recognizably male – you can weigh hundreds of pounds and have fatty breasts larger than Dolly Parton’s and no one will make it an issue, as you walk around with just swimming trunks on. Because no matter how large they maybe – they look like male breasts. But if you have female breasts by definition and looks, than showing them in public may break nudity laws.

    When I was in college – there was a steam room that was for men only. But I would sneak my girlfriend in with me from time to time and everybody (strangers) were always cool with it. Then one day, a particular professor came in, saw us, freaked out and kicked us out. And our private coed steam room adventure was over. The good news is that the stink raised by this professor lead to women having their own stream room built within a year.

    My point for telling this story is that most people won’t care, but when nudity or gender identity comes into play someone might freak out.

    So in my opinion, depending upon who you are with and the venue – public swimming pool or private beach, going without a top will bring notice to you. If you are with people you wish to and/or are comfortable sharing this part of your life with, why not? But if you are in a situation where those around might be offended and offensive – I would keep the shirt on…

    But that is just me. I would love to have others weigh in on this subject? To whom have you shared being a man with breasts? Has it made a difference to those people? Is the public acting differently to you because of your breasts?

    Add your comments.

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