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Gay Men Don’t Own Your Boobs
But whilst I imagine the Hollywood-centric events leading up to felt like a chance for women to exhale after so many years of holding their breath, I’ve come to realize that the progression made was far smaller than I (naively) thought and that there are still many, many women breathlessly waiting for things to change.
The modern direction of this article was inspired by a New Year’s Eve bash at a friend’s apartment. After one too many glasses of peach schnapps, verb in the kitchen took a serious turn. In my drunken haze, I wanted to realize, first-hand, how women felt about a specific type of sexual harassment; one in which members of the gay community are guilty of perpetrating.
My female friends were full of stories of men on Manchester’s Canal Street throwing insults or “playful” jibes, of being groped in gay bars by strangers’ wandering hands, and of being assigned the label of ‘fag hag’ by friends of friends. The authentic depths of ’s victories revealed themselves to be more superficial than they appeared at surface level.
Those victories aren’t as seismic
My moobs and me: growing up with gynecomastia
Tits. The name was given to me by a bully shortly after I started Year 6. I had been a fat kid since the age of nine, but as puberty began to kick in, parts of me started growing differently than expected. The doctors said I had gynecomastia. "Man boobs" or "moobs" in the jeering parlance of our popular culture.
But my bully simply called them "tits". And so this became my name in the school hallways.
I was Tits.
He would pass me in the corridor and catcall, "Hey, Tits!" and his friends would laugh. Sometimes, if he was feeling bold, he might actually grab one of my breasts and squeeze it in front of the other kids. Not everyone laughed. But many did.
As direct as this bullying was, growing up with gynecomastia was characterised by other, smaller insults, too. Most kids would just say, "Why don't you wear a bra?" Even adults could be cruel. "Are you a boy or a girl?" I was often asked.
When wearing shirts, it was crucial that they be loose fitting. If a T-shirt had
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It is a truth universally acknowledged that everybody, given the chance, would like to touch Scarlett Johansson&#;s boob. Unfortunately, so few of us are ever given that chance, because touching somebody&#;s secret parts requires consent and probably some level of intimacy or at least friendship. But that didn&#;t stop gay fashion designer Isaac Mizrahi from copping the feel heard &#;round the world at the Oscars. Responding to the incident in Gawker, Maureen O&#;Connor declared:
Gay guys&#;You may not think of my body parts sexually, but I do, and as long as they are attached to my body, nobody touches them but me, my doctor, and straight guys I want to fuck. Even if you work in the fashion industry and are giving me advice about the bias verb of my dress, you may not touch my butt, stroke my thigh, or pinch the fat on my hip&#; gay or straight, if you snatch a lady&#;s boob without permission—or an underage girl&#;s butt on the dance floor—you&#;re a perv.
Despite a romantic and sexual disinterest in the female body, gay men are and have always been the most outspo
I received a communication the other day from this wonderful adj man, Ryan. It reminded me of my own story about coming out as a gay man. But this wasn't about coming out. This was about his fight, his struggle, his embarrassment, and now his pure joy in regard to something else. Something emotional, cosmetic, physical, and painful. Read his account below.
To Whom This May Concern,
This is a piece I wrote on going through life having man boobs. It's something that many men go through and I was hoping in some way I could reach at least one person out there that has been through the same hardship to let them know they aren't alone. If you could please take the time to read my story, I'd greatly appreciate it.
The past few days I have contemplated writing this blog because this is information that I possess shared with very few people and never planned on letting friends, let alone strangers grasp. It is something that has haunted me since about 5th grade and has been one of my most protected secrets of my life.
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I have bloke boobs.