Call me a homo, but I don’t really understand the big deal about titties. Straight guys don’t generally like globs of fat hanging off their girlfriend’s bodies, but boobs seem to be a rather large exception.
Now that the weather is finally warming up, it has become acceptable again to wear less clothes and maybe even go topless. All the gays I know are sitting in their closets surrounded by neon tank tops thinking about all the looks they will receive while walking down 9th ave. All the girls I know are thinking of ways to stay cool while their blow-outs sag, their makeup runs, and their breasts create enough under-boob sweat to lubricate the engine of a semi truck.
In New York, it is actually legal for women to walk around topless, but in the 7 years I have lived here I have probably only seen it happen once, at a gay pride parade. During the hottest summer months, I am the first guy to peel my shirt off in the name of getting some wind on my tits, but I never see any women doing the same thing.
I know that walking around nipples first is probably a daunting thing for a woman to consider, but as long as nobody does it, the double standard will continue to exist.
