road rage #3
does anyone want boobs?
does anyone want those big, round mushes resting peacefully over their shoulder, or their back, at no cost nor shame to be dispensed? does anyone want to feel their warmth rubbing from left to right to left to right of your own, virgin skin? does anyone want to touch them? caress them to your heart’s desire? experience them without having to exert any effort in inviting them to your personal space?
join me in the mrt and bear witness to these fearless, shameless, or probably just plain numb women who offer their breasts for the world to feel.
disclaimer: I realize that these occurrences may be a function of the cramped space, but there are instances when squeezing between individuals is totally unnecessary, and this is the source of my bewilderment and repulsion.
