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NJ, the wall
hanging of the breasts had me ROFL!! That is just
hilarious. If
my breasts look like the saggy center one, does that mean I'm
wise? LOL!
Syl
Of course it does. As
the sands of time fall in the hourglass of our life, so do our
breasts, hips, stomachs and butts...all fall down, or fall out:
teeth, hair, sense. Willy the Shake (Shakespeare to folks who
don't know my code...) Willy the Shake said, and I paraphrase,
we end life as we come in ...without teeth, without
hair...without sense. Full circle, see life in the full circle
of time. It's a bell shaped curve of ability, beauty and
usefulness....
Remember I told all
y'all that I was working on making a real life nude figurine of
myself, my old grandma self, saggy "piepie"s, Buddha
Belly, dimpled booty, scars, the whole catastrophe. It's part of my
learning process of how to realistically sculpt older mature
bodies that have won stripes in the battle field of birthing in
the nuclear family war. Well, I resemble that remark. I look
like the models I used to love in life drawing class, the more
dimpled, wrinkled and tuck and rolled the better. Nothing more
boring and less challenging than having some model without any
meat on her bones, no aging of the body, no interesting
textures. It's a waste of charcoal until a mature model comes in
...who also knows how to sit still. Mature folks can sit still
and be chill. Breeding work's done, they can relax.
When I was a little
girl we would go to Japanese Hot Baths, communal bathing. The
really old women's breasts were triangular sacks of skin, laying
perfectly flat on little ribcage chests. They were "kawaii"
those old shriveled great grand mothers. They were Venerated at
the baths, given all courtesy and they filled the air with their
soft spoken oral history. Reminding us how we come up with this
arbitrary crapshoot we call culture. It's all made up by some
one....and everyone is different.
Japanese people bathe
with their families and friends. Being nude ain't no big thing.
It is how we are born after all. A group of folks would be out
and about and then think...gosh it would be nice to soak and
chat with y'all and they do. Mountain resorts have cable cars
filled with a dozen bathtubs filled with hot mineral water so
you can soak as you are pulled up the mountain side. Go see
interesting scenery while letting Calgone Take You Awayyyyy.
Interesting story if the cable should jam...but I digress
The human body and what
is suitable for public show is a matter of cultural
arbitrariness. Remember culture is all made up and those who
made it up ain't here no more, long gone and dead forgotten. But
their out of date, "out of touch with currently held
reality" cultural rules are still here getting in our way
of accepting our own bodies as we age.
Saggy boobs equals
wisdom, for it was time and age and sometimes having young
humans hanging of for dear life that made that boob saggy, ok?
We earned our stripes for being here. Every wrinkle, every
stretch mark, every scar, we earned them and we survived to tell
the tale, alright?!
I'm up on my soap box
here peoples, getting splinters in my leopard spot house
slippers. You MEN OUT THERE...yes, even our invisible men
who lurk but do not post will have to admit in their hearts of
hearts that when they see male patterned baldness starting their
hearts fall in the sink along with shed hair. No man wakes up in
the morning and says to himself, "Gosh I think it would be
keen to look like my father and uncles who are bald as cue
balls."
That's why I say, to
heck with the harassment of the hairy. I say kiss a bald man on
his head. Lovingly set a saggy boob on a bald man's head and see
him light up with delight. Hair gets in the way of
feeling, tell them. Baldness is a sign of testosterone and that
ain't bad. Tell them they remind you of Jean Luc Packard or
Telly Savalas in "Kojak". Tell him he is your Mr.
Clean. Hair ain't a measure of a man. Nor are *other
things* if you get my drift. The measure of a man is what makes
him human, not ape. It is his wisdom, hard fought courage,
loving heart and compassion. That's the measure of us all, ya
see?
Our balding men's
heartsick feelings are caused by cultural arbitrariness. Another
time, like in the long ago and far away days, and another place,
like Egypt, bald was beautiful...and cool, literally cool, it's
dang hot in Egypt. You tell me that bald Egyptian dude in the
latest Mummy movie ain't sexy, and I'll tell you that ain't
true.
In the USA, and I
preface this because we have an international list here, there
is the tyranny of youth. Old folks and their wisdom are kicked
to the curb, because old is equal to NOT MARKETABLE TO A
COMMERCIAL REALM THAT SAYS SEX SELLS
that's my soap box
folks, just because sex sells, sex being a breeder's concern,
breeding belonging to those of a certain age.... Those past
breeding prime are KICKED TO THE CURB...
well I say, TAKE THE
SIDEWALK BACK OLDSTERS, go nude in your own home and say
I survived to tell the
tale, not like James Dean who died young and left a beautiful
corpse.
That's my story and I'm
sticking to it. And since this is LEXX Movie Marathon Saturday,
I'll share a little personal info that the old timers here
already know. I'm 51 and my boytoyloverman/husband is 25,
we've been married for 4 years and he is my biggest fan and
supporter in my art. As I was a believer and supporter of his
computer programming natural talent.
Just because one has
battle scars from the survival war doesn't mean that you're not
beautiful to someone who has not fought the fight yet. Oral
history and tradition are also highly desirable to the young
humans, James called me his "walking encyclopedia" or
"Mz Minutia". If folks get out of the mindset that
"beauty" has a narrow bandwidth, and most of us don't
fit in that narrow band of acceptability, a ton of us end up
feeling bad, about some dang thing or another we don't have a
lot of control over...
Rather than feel bad
about it, disregard the mindset, kick the tyranny of the
"standard" of contemporary "beauty" to the
curb if it makes your heart ache. If it hurts, get the heck away
from it, and that includes perception on what is inevitable
fact, we age, bodies look a certain way when they age.
And it ain't nothing to
feel bad about....feel bad about aging...face the consequences
of not living to tell the tale.
I'd rather sit around
all wrinkled and bent over, with fleshy triangles where my once proud
young breasts once were, and tell my toothless tale to the next
generation of wide eyed unbelieving youth...
"Great Grandma,
you DIDN'T dance TOPLESS....yow, I can't believe it!!"
"ya, well
chillins, that ain't the half of it, now come close and listen
up..."
Sags and wrinkles do
equal wisdom, it's the mark of our humanity. That wisdom is what
differentiates us from the beasts in the field, ya?
xoxo
Nora-proud of her
wrinkles and gray-Jean
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