MELONS, CHESTICLES, JUGS, TITTIES
I’m a Gay Man Who Loves Boobs
Shocking for a gay man to admit this, right? Well, maybe not as much as you think.
Mmm, those like some delicious melons, don’t they? I love melons. But you know what I love even more than melons? Titties. Breasts. Boobies. Am I a pig for admitting this? No, I’m just being honest, right?
I’m gay, after all, it’s not like I get off sexually from looking at or admiring boobs. I have man boobs to entertain me with after all. Both in person and in many of the entertainment I consume. There are plenty of shirtless men to see with their chesticles out for everyone to admire.
I don’t want to talk about men’s boobs though. I’m talking about female breasts in this instance. Strange for someone who is pretty far on one side of the Kinsey scale to admit during Pride Month, right? Well, not really.
When you consider that I have been with women before in the past. Boobs probably kept me dating women a lot longer than I would’ve otherwise. After all, I turned down a large-breasted woman I had been dating for over a year on Valentine’s Day when she told me she loved me. That was the moment I decided to be honest with myself and start dating guys primarily.
Despite the boob consideration being a factor in me not wanting to break up with her, I wanted more than the boobs but that’s for another story. I want to talk about what made me realize that I loved those fun and precious chest bags on a woman from an early age.
I had many crushes on female celebrities and then later on, with my female classmates. What was one major thing that most of them had in common? They all had a decently sized bust. I’m not saying that they were humongous but that certainly wouldn’t have hurt their chances of gaining my attention. They were always so bouncy and usually at eye level with me.
Yes, I was a short child who grew into a tall adult but around that age, most of the women were taller than me so it was harder for me to maintain eye contact with them. Looking straight ahead at their boobs was much easier than looking up.
This was especially true about a girl who really blossomed young when I was in middle school. She was an athlete and over six feet tall. She was beautiful and had long brunette hair. The one thing I noticed, along with the other boys in the class, was the way her chest bounced when she played sports.
Even now as an avid sports fan who enjoys watching the men flop around, I probably enjoyed watching the women doing the same thing for similar reasons. I liked seeing the athletic performance, sure, but like many human beings who act on instinct, I got excited at thinking about the things we’re meant to feel shameful for looking at or showing off.
I feel like my early awakening and blossoming noticing girls’ chests before I even considered boys was what helped me transition into that much easier. Is it possible to say that seeing boobs early enough made it easier for me to accept later in life that I was gay? It’s not that women’s boobs aren’t beautiful. I still love looking at them and hugging and squeezing them (with consent, of course).
It’s just that I figured out what made me think I wasn’t gay in the first place. I couldn’t cling on to one major thing such as a beautiful chest to make me hold on to something that wasn’t my true self. I had to find more. At the end of the day, I couldn’t get past boobs with women on that level. Today, I have wonderful and meaningful relationships with women as friends.
I would never solely objectify a woman based on her chest. I connect much deeper emotionally with women as friends. I’m just thinking about how at one point because I thought that boobs were very pretty and nice to look at that I was not completely gay. That’s why I can confidently say that’s why I know I still like boobs to this day.
There is a cliché that says that everybody loves boobs, even gay guys and other women. I think that may be true to a certain degree on different levels but the thing is, it’s obviously not universally applicable. Obviously, you have straight guys who like butts a lot more than boobs. Also, my partner, who is gay and always has dated men, doesn’t like boobs as much as I do. In fact, you might say he’s a bit repulsed at looking at any part of a woman’s body.
I’m just happy that I get to admire boobs but also at the same time, not make it weird with my female friends, as if I’m trying to sexualize them or trying to get with them. I’m happy being that fun, silly, and irreverent gay guy who has a thing for breasts. You can have big boobs, small boobs, medium boobs, whatever, and I will appreciate them for exactly what they are. And I’m comfortable saying it too.
It’s Pride Month and I’m a proud gay man who just happens to also love breasts. And that’s wonderful. Do you love boobs? What do you think makes you feel the way you do regardless of your sexuality?
