The Boob Revolt: Let All Breasts Be Free. {Nudity} ~ Lori Ann Lothian

             

 

 

How did the mammary gland become a fatality in a puritanical battle to cover up?

I have been asking myself this question a lot lately. First, we have the recent uproar over Duchess of Cambridge Kate Middleton’s cute perkies (well I imagine them that way, I didn’t hunt the pics down) showing up in a French tabloid. Yes, of course part of the scandal churned around invasion of privacy issues; after all she was topless sunbathing in her French vacation home, not on a public beach. But another huge segment of upset was about the Princess being indecently exposed. Egads, she has breasts!

But it gets worse.

For instance, just last week an American University professor got caught in a media storm when the campus paper reported she breastfed her infant in front of students during a lecture. Nevermind the baby was ill and could not attend daycare on what was the first day of classes, and that this mother simply nourished her baby rather than say, flashed her breasts in a striptease act.
It seems breast-feeding is a still hot potato issue even after 49 states legislated nursing an infant in public legally A-OK. From Wikipedia:

In June 2007, Brooke Ryan was dining in a booth at the rear of an Applebee’s restaurant when she found it necessary to breastfeed her 7-month-old son. While she said she attempted to be discreet, another patron complained to the manager about indecent exposure. Both a waitress and the manager asked her to cover up. She handed him a copy of the Kentucky law that permitted public breastfeeding, but he would not relent. She ended up feeding her son in her car and later organized “nurse-out” protests in front of the restaurant and other public locations.

The suppression of women’s breasts hit close to home when my own boobs were seemingly censored on my blog, Love Stripped Down. With no warning from Word Press, my home page disappeared overnight—and along with it, a tasteful professional photo of me arching backward over a chair, topless. (I tried to repost it here but a relentless error message about size kept showing up—not my boob size, but the resolution quality I suppose). So instead, I’ve inserted a beautiful image of a young mother and her baby.
Good news is, I live in a city that has legalized naked breasts in public. On beaches and at public pools, for ten years, women have been free to go topless. Yet, I have never seen it happen, except at the city’s one semi-legal nudist beach.
Like superstar singer Beyonce, I have been bold enough to breast feed in public, though modestly, with a blanket draped over me and baby. But I have never been brave enough to be the solo bare-breasted women on the beach even though the feeling of my soggy bathing suit top on a hot day, pressed against my breasts, is really not fun. I have not been willing to stand out in the crowd, often because the men I have been with have not been supportive of that option. (No effing way you’re taking your top off in front of all these other guys).

Which brings me to the real issue. Women do not have problems with the possibility of a bare-breasted society. Men do.

Men have made the mammary gland all about sex. And we have let them, by participating in the game of surgical breast enlargement, push up bras for cleavage enhancement and even toning creams to reduce sag. (I remember a boyfriend giving me a breast toner cream for my 43rd birthday. Needless to say, it was not well received.)
The solution is not to deny the reality that breasts are a psychological turn on for most men and an erogenous zone for women. The remedy is, rather, to remember that breasts are also feeding stations that deserve to be available to infants whenever and wherever. And that breasts are a part of a woman’s body that in many cultures is considered no more shameful than a shoulder or arm.
The first time I went bare-breasted on a beach, I was 23 years old, in a small town in the south of France. It was the end of a hot day, and the locals gathered by the water’s edge—whole families—topless. I felt so free amongst the deflated breasts of grandmothers, and the full breasts of young mothers and even the perky breasts of teen girls. Free to let it all hang out, without fear of judgement or lewd stares.

But more than free, I was delighted. The tickle of the sea breeze on my breasts. The cool refreshment of the salty sea on my bare torso. The beautiful warmth of the late day sun kissing my nipples. This was sheer pleasure, and it was legal.

There are several movements these days to equalize the playing field so that women, like men, can go topless. These movements, such as Top Freedom, The Topfree Equal Rights Association and GoTopless have lead the charge to change laws, to defend women who are being persecuted or prosecuted for baring their breasts, and to de-sexualize breasts. In the last three years, GoTopless has organized topless events in Paris, Toronto and Venice Beach, California.

Lori Ann Lothian is the creator of the popular The Awakened Dreamer blog which hit the stands following an overnight Enlightenment Episode that revolutionized her sex life and destroyed any chance at ever being miserable again. Her newest blog creation, Love Stripped Down is a platform for an internet radio show that will explore the "Naked Truth about Sex, Romance and Relationships" and the possibility for enlightened love between the sexes. When she is not busy editing and developing writers at elephant love, you can find her on Twitter and Facebook. Lori Ann lives in Vancouver, Canada, where she has learned to transcend the rain and surrender to mega doses of vitamin D. Subscribe to Lori Ann's feed and never miss a post!