In an episode of the sitcom Everybody Loves Raymond, Ray explains to his brother how he knows he is not gay: “Well, you know, I sometimes wonder if I am a bit, but then I see a pair of naked breasts and I walk into a wall” (my paraphrase.)
In thinking about my own sexuality, it seems that when I was a boy it was almost as if a switch were thrown. Yah, from early on girls were attractive to me. But then I got to the age when the girl-peers in my neighborhood starting wearing bikini tops in summer. Arousingly rounded bikini tops. I could hardly keep my eyes off them.
One of my most vivid memories is of a class field trip in junior high school. We went to the beach. A few guys starting grabbing girls to throw them into the water. One very pretty girl struggled to get out of their grip, and in her mad twisting one of her breasts popped out of her top. For just a moment. But in my mind it was like a slot machine coming up triple cheeries. Bing-bing-bing! That experience made my day. No, it just about made my year. (In a small way, of course.)
As tangent, the beach trip was decades ago, during a time that teachers were more likely to think boys will be boys, than that’s sexual harassment! Not that either is completely wrong or right.
When in my early twenties a male relative I looked up to explained that the male fascination with breasts is due to our uptight, Puritanical culture that views sex as dirty and body parts as needing to be covered up. If people walked around naked all day, no breast fascination, he said. I thought he was probably right.
Was he right? Is the male (and female to a lesser or different degree, perhaps) fascination with breasts a result of culture? Is it not human nature but societal nurture that causes boys and men across the land to have brains easily excitable by breasts? I don’t know. But I’m suitably interested in the subject now to do some research.
Speaking of research, the topic came to my attention via a news release of a recent archeological find. A 31,000 to 40,000 year-old ivory “Venus figurine.” And that lady is stacked. I wonder, was the pendant-like object worn by a male or a female? And what did boys growing up around topless girls think of their natural . . . swellings. Did they think they were swell? Or just another body part?
I’m going do some research into this. Really. No, not “research.” Academic research. And I’ll let you know what I find.
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