Calendar Girl Blog: Art Jam and Breast Interference
I've just returned from presenting a Leadership and Creativity workshop for 28 students at the University of Guelph. I used my Art Jam model.
Following the opening introductions, I had them standup and step into their own actual cardboard box. Then, I coached them in the art of pounding their chests and roaring like Tarzan, which we did, at full volume. Twice. Finally, we stepped out of our boxes and carried on with the workshop.
Yesterday's post got some dialogue stirred up around breasts, ownership and sexuality. Today, I'm going to stir the pot a bit more. But first, I'd like you to step into your box. Now do a full chest thumping roar. Then step out.
We'll approach from this different perspective.
Yes breasts are sexual. Being a breast owner myself, circa 1970, I find this component of my pups personality to my liking. However, there was a time, quite a long time in fact, when my breasts only seemed to be sexual. Never did my breasts get a backseat roll to say, simple body parts. Instead, where ever I went, there they were, front and centre eye candy. This regardless of whether I was 'asking for it' or not.
This period of my life was challenging. I loved my breasts sexualness. And I hated my breasts sexualness. Sometimes in the same moment.
For a couple of years, fondly referred to by my family as the "Sack Era", I refused to wear anything fitted. Only yards of cloth covered, and I do mean covered my body. I simply wanted some space from the gaze of men and the breast spotlight.
Such angst. Such effort. Such energy. What did I not do during this time that might of had some universal benefit!
Today I look around and see other women in what might be their "Sack Era". Yet today, I wear fitted clothes. My breast angst has melted thanks to Breast of Canada. Now, I can own my breasts as the full featured body parts they are.
When I look at the laughing, playful photos in the calendar, I don't see sexuality front and centre. From being present at many photo shoots, of laughing, playful models, I can say that rarely do I detect overt sexual energy. Mostly, I sense a exhilarated freedom to be bare breasted in the company of others.
Calendar Girl would like to see women take the spotlight more often. She is not interested in desexualizing the breast...a silly idea to say the least. Calendar Girl simply wants women to be free to play any roll they want, when they want to, without breast interference.
Calendar Girl
Today's Breast Views Blog Headline: Breasted Canadian Politician
January 26 is Orangeness Day.
Tags: Calendar Girl Blog, Breast of Canada Calendar, Art Jam, desexualized breasts, Tarzan.
Following the opening introductions, I had them standup and step into their own actual cardboard box. Then, I coached them in the art of pounding their chests and roaring like Tarzan, which we did, at full volume. Twice. Finally, we stepped out of our boxes and carried on with the workshop.
Yesterday's post got some dialogue stirred up around breasts, ownership and sexuality. Today, I'm going to stir the pot a bit more. But first, I'd like you to step into your box. Now do a full chest thumping roar. Then step out.
We'll approach from this different perspective.
Yes breasts are sexual. Being a breast owner myself, circa 1970, I find this component of my pups personality to my liking. However, there was a time, quite a long time in fact, when my breasts only seemed to be sexual. Never did my breasts get a backseat roll to say, simple body parts. Instead, where ever I went, there they were, front and centre eye candy. This regardless of whether I was 'asking for it' or not.
This period of my life was challenging. I loved my breasts sexualness. And I hated my breasts sexualness. Sometimes in the same moment.
For a couple of years, fondly referred to by my family as the "Sack Era", I refused to wear anything fitted. Only yards of cloth covered, and I do mean covered my body. I simply wanted some space from the gaze of men and the breast spotlight.
Such angst. Such effort. Such energy. What did I not do during this time that might of had some universal benefit!
Today I look around and see other women in what might be their "Sack Era". Yet today, I wear fitted clothes. My breast angst has melted thanks to Breast of Canada. Now, I can own my breasts as the full featured body parts they are.
When I look at the laughing, playful photos in the calendar, I don't see sexuality front and centre. From being present at many photo shoots, of laughing, playful models, I can say that rarely do I detect overt sexual energy. Mostly, I sense a exhilarated freedom to be bare breasted in the company of others.
Calendar Girl would like to see women take the spotlight more often. She is not interested in desexualizing the breast...a silly idea to say the least. Calendar Girl simply wants women to be free to play any roll they want, when they want to, without breast interference.
Calendar Girl
Today's Breast Views Blog Headline: Breasted Canadian Politician
January 26 is Orangeness Day.
Tags: Calendar Girl Blog, Breast of Canada Calendar, Art Jam, desexualized breasts, Tarzan.
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