Tell me about your preference for natural tits.
Well on a personal level, I’m a queer woman who has natural breasts and I guess I’m most attracted to sexual partners who also have natural breasts. Not even, because if someone is post-op and has undergone this transformative process to make the outside of their body match the inside, I think that is such a beautiful thing.
So for me to entirely write off women who have breast implants feels wrong. There are so many reasons – from getting a sex change to undergoing a mastectomy – that could lead a person to surgery. But as far as some like Playboy bunny with huge fake boobs. Sorry but all I can say is yuck. It’s just not my thing at all.
Is there someone out there who you would describe as having the perfect female figure?
I mean damn girl, the female form is so beautiful. It’s impossible to set one example above all the rest! I will say that as someone who is less curvy and a bit more masculine herself, I really appreciate a woman with nice curves.
Truth be told, I’m more of a butt gal than a boob gal but sometimes you see a woman like Christina Hendricks and you just think, “What a woman. I’d worship those breasts any day.”
How much of a dealbreaker is plastic surgery for you and have you been with women who have fake tits? If yes, tell me more about those experiences.
I wouldn’t say it’s a dealbreaker at all. Like makeup or clothes, I see it as a form of self-expression. If it really empowers someone, who the fuck am I to judge them for their choice? Obviously when it becomes this all-consuming thing where a person feels like they are never good enough, then it’s a problem.
I’ve never had sex with a woman with fake tits but it’s not like I’ve been actively trying to avoid doing so. I just went to a small liberal arts college and have lived in a very insulated community of creatives in Brooklyn since then, so my selection pool has consisted more of harry, Birkenstock-wearing lesbos than LA barbie dolls.
How well versed are you in deciphering fake tits? (Ex cheap vs expensive, silicone versus saline). Do people actually give a shit about this kind of stuff?
I don’t know shit about any of that. Once I overheard some people talking about how, “you get what you pay for,” and that the cheaper saline ones look less natural or something. But it’s hard to imagine anyone becoming turned off by a woman just because her saline implant is slightly perkier on one side than the other.
In your experience, do women with fake tits seem to be more confident as a result of their fake tits or are the fake tits typically more indicative of a body dysmorphic woman who will stop at nothing to perfect herself?
I can’t really speak from personal experience as I’m not personally close to anyone who has gotten a boob job. But I will say that’s a tricky question. It’s like this horrible catch-22 that the patriarchy perpetuates. When a woman is too okay with herself, we take issue. If she grows out her hair or doesn’t wear makeup or wears form-fitting clothing, she’s devalued and written off – either as a dyke or a matronly figure.
But on the flip side, we condemn women who take it to the other extreme even more so. They are written off as vapid and self-absorbed. In reality, the beauty industry is fueled by insecurity not vanity (as men love to think). We use Donatella Versace as a punchline rather than holding ourselves accountable for the tragedy that we’ve let happen. We as a society pressured her to alter her body and gave her access to a seemingly unlimited supply of cosmetic procedures. Meanwhile, every other week, I read another article about a woman whose invested half a million dollars to look like her favorite celebrity. It’s honestly heartbreaking.
I do think that everyone has insecurities about their body and that body dysmorphia is quite common. So in that sense, it tracks that a lot of women seeking plastic surgery would have some kind of underlying body dysmorphia before going under the knife and that the whole experience could be really damaging because all of a sudden, the narrative shifts from having to learn to accept and love yourself to realizing that any perceived flaw is now just a few thousand dollars and some anesthesia away from being permanently fixed.
How does your answer to the above tie back to your preference for natural boobs? I.e how much does your preference stem from pure aesthetics versus the psychological signaling that goes along with having a boob job?
I guess with the reframe, I’ll add this – confidence is sexy. If you have itty bitty titties and rock them with pride, I am so here for it. If your life was a living hell until you got a boob job and now you feel like the best version of yourself, I am also here for it.
If you’re gonna sit around and cry all day about how you hate your body, I am less interested. Obviously being vulnerable has its place in a relationship, but to me, if a woman is still so stuck in that adolescent insecure girl phase, she ain’t ready to be in a real relationship. At least not with me.
What’s your overall experience with friends, lovers, etc. who have gone under the knife to get fake boobs? Do they seem more content now are do they have regrets?
As I said, I don’t really know anyone who has gotten plastic surgery – at least no one that’s opened up to me about it. I have come across my fair share of horror stories on Facebook though. Like there’s mold growing in the implant or the implant causes cancer.
I don’t know. Personally, that kind of risk just doesn’t seem worth it to me. I don’t judge anyone who decides to get it done at all. Just not my thing. Hospitals freak me out, what can I say?
Based on your interactions with other people, what seems to be the female ideal? Is there even one or does every person really just have his / her own cup of tea?
I definitely subscribe to the whole “beauty is in the eye of the beholder thing.” Of course, there are some objectionably beautiful people out there. I think that comes down mostly to good genetics, a healthy lifestyle, and good energy.
In the age of the Kardashians, it’s hard not to notice a palpable shift in the perceived female ideal. The aughts were all about being skinny, skinny, skinny. No ass. And blonde. Now we are really celebrating the butt, and curves in general, as well as that whole ethnically ambiguous look. I think it some ways, these changes have been really good because they have been focused on promoting body diversity and inclusivity. But it’s still a very narrow view relatively speaking – one that has still most likely been cooked up by a room of old white male advertising executives.
Are there “perfect” looking celebs (like Kim K) who all men want to fuck regardless of personality or is all that plastic a turn-off? And as far as fake tits go, would you say most of your friends are into them, not into them, or don’t give a fuck?
I think in my circle, plastic is generally seen as a turn-off. As far as fake tits go, I mean that’s a more common one so I don’t think people would really care as much. But you would be hard-pressed to find some little Bushwick sad boy chasing after some girl with a Brazilian butt lift with fake lips, if that makes sense?
How do you think porn and pop culture inform your own sexual preferences?
It shapes it way more than I’d like to admit.
Have you ever considered augmenting your body? As a woman in society, what do you think about unrealistic body standards, and do you feel that that burden falls unfairly on women?
Yes! Growing up Jewish, I constantly got teased for my big nose. I had every intention of getting a nose job when I turned 18 but I ended up making peace with it. It’s a symbol of my heritage and is, therefore, something to be embraced, not altered.
Unrealistic body standards affect men and women, but I definitely feel women deal with the brunt of it. If a guy doesn’t look like Idris Elba, he can still achieve status by making money. A woman’s status in society is much more tied to her physical appearance. It’s fucked up but true.
Jules
Based in Brooklyn, Jules has dedicated her twenties towards harnessing her pussy power, exploring the muse, whore, and wild woman archetypes along the way. When not blogging, you can find her sweating the toxins out in a hot yoga class or sipping a matcha latte at a pretentious coffee shop, whilst she scribbles away in her journal.
