What the darkrosetiger said. Word. Yup, yup, yup. *nodnodnodnodnod*
My breasts are NOT "open source", and the thought of guys waddling up and asking to touch them gives me the utter, utter, utter skivvy-skanky-squicky willies.
The thought occurs to show up at a con with boxes of padded bras with sewing pins pushed through from the inside and really, really big buttons that say "Go ahead and ask, cause if you don't I'll grab your hand and make you touch them!" and setting up a booth.
Yeah, I'm one of those bitter, man-hating dykes who had her painfully-milk-engorged breasts mauled by her father-in-law, and when I tried to tell him I don't like that, he said "Well, my son gets to do it, so should I".
Then there's Ferrett getting all dewy-eyed about the sacredness of it, the bliss, the joy of it (fine, fine, he's entitled to his feelings) and I'm sitting here remembering my bastard husband telling me "Don't make such a fuss over it, he just spent $XXX on our son, he's drunk, you shouldn't have made such a scene" and I'm getting really, really pissed.
So I'm going to shut the fuck up right now because I can't put together a coherant sentance on why it's such a big deal. But it is, Art, it really, really is.
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My breasts are NOT "open source", and the thought of guys waddling up and asking to touch them gives me the utter, utter, utter skivvy-skanky-squicky willies.
The thought occurs to show up at a con with boxes of padded bras with sewing pins pushed through from the inside and really, really big buttons that say "Go ahead and ask, cause if you don't I'll grab your hand and make you touch them!" and setting up a booth.
Yeah, I'm one of those bitter, man-hating dykes who had her painfully-milk-engorged breasts mauled by her father-in-law, and when I tried to tell him I don't like that, he said "Well, my son gets to do it, so should I".
Then there's Ferrett getting all dewy-eyed about the sacredness of it, the bliss, the joy of it (fine, fine, he's entitled to his feelings) and I'm sitting here remembering my bastard husband telling me "Don't make such a fuss over it, he just spent $XXX on our son, he's drunk, you shouldn't have made such a scene" and I'm getting really, really pissed.
So I'm going to shut the fuck up right now because I can't put together a coherant sentance on why it's such a big deal. But it is, Art, it really, really is.