“They” say today is going to be the nicer of the two days this weekend, but I don’t care what “they” say because it’s already 3PM and I haven’t left my apartment yet today. However, from a quick opening of the window I concur - “they” are right, as much as “they” can ever be we. Nobody can really predict the weather. At least not all the time.
Today I spend my day writing about and watching porn. Yes, this may be the dream come true of some, but while never a dream for me, it has become a reality. Excuse me if I sound like I’m complaining, cause I’m not. I mean I like porn, especially porn that promotes positive views of female sexuality. I like porn that’s made with women who want to be there, the kinds of porn that show women really into what they’re doing, and I try to enjoy my porn without bad boob jobs, a fate I unfortunately must encounter today. I’m not saying I’ve never worked on a set with a star who comes complete with her own set of store-bought breasts, the kind that have made me want to ask, “did they really look worse than that to begin with?” because I’d be lying if I said I haven’t, but still, as I move forward, and with age and wisdom, I hope never do it again.
In fact on my last set I tried to talk an actress with fantastic set of tits out of getting a remodeling. The star had a great set of 36 or 38C’s, beautiful, bouncy and totally suckable, but she insisted that unless they got bigger she’d continue to lose work. The whole crew agreed she had the best boobs in the bunch, and between takes of her getting it up the ass, I continued to probe into whether or not she really needed to inflate her juggernauts. Alas, I lost the battle (she had a boob job the very next week) but I continue to fight the fight.
So I guess as I continue to post this post, I realize that my purpose today is to discourage women from getting boob jobs because real breasts are genuinely more beautiful than the fake ones. Trust me, I have many issues with my own overly spaced out, smaller than larger B cups with huge, pale areola, but still I implore you, and those of you like me, to just stop and appreciate the beauty of nature. It’s so much cooler than surgery.
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