When a person doesn’t talk much, it is almost a given that he develops two other skills to compensate — the art of listening, and the art of observation.
I used to be an artist. I would sit and stare at people, hoping to capture them in ways others never saw them with a pen and paper. There were the downward-sloping, submissive and almost resigned shoulders of the women, the (mostly false) tough look the men put on, and most importantly the wobble everyone’s rear moved with, impossible to capture on paper. The last was what fascinated me most and I would stare surreptitiously, understanding, even then that it wasn’t exactly unembarrassing to be caught looking.
Even then, the beginnings of a lifetime of fascination with, and dislike of bottoms were forming.
I’ve grown up in mostly male company and the importance men attached to that part of a woman’s anatomy baffled me. It would be interesting to get inside my head and examine the way my mind works. I see my fellow human beings as the sum of their parts — I’ve been known to stare at someone talking, observing the hinge-like motion as the lips parted and closed, or to observe the motion of two irides for close to an hour, oblivious to the presence, or even the existence, of the owner.
I believe I began to really hate them when I realized the role they served in the attraction of males, and the ways they were shown off — most tops stopped at the waist to maximize the surface area exhibited, tight clothing, and then, there was the exaggerated tail-wagging.
I’ve made mention of my preference for below-average bottoms almost ad nauseam and I would say it has less to do with liking bottoms than it has to do with not liking the implicit portrayal as a worthy feature, an asset, something to titillate. I’ve read with some amusement about members of the opposite sex who dress to show off busts and behinds to potentials, then get highly annoyed when the defining factor of the attraction is just that. I’ve been both shocked and amused at the disappointed yearnings of the ‘deficient’ whose only wish is to get a bigger seat.
I guess it might just be me, but where others see a bum, I see two deposits of adipose tissue. Enough said.
(Ranting in what I like to call my ‘Roundabout English’).
Afropinay’s showing a new side. Pretty interesting post on love, I daresay.