PS Gaia is your Mother Part 2

Breast Friends

If I had three wishes to make, I would make one of

them this: that the human race would openly love

and honor the breast of woman. Passionately,

fervently and fearlessly.

Nothing feels to my hand quite so exquisite as the

soft undercurve of my own breast...unless there's

a naked baby nearby and well, breasts and babies,

you know how they are about each other.

As I write I am mentally counting the states,

religions and even whole continents where I would

be variously persecuted and prosecuted for such

thoughts. In fact there are only a few magazines

which will print this, and even you may have

sqirmed a little reading about all this softness.

But with religious zeal I shall pursue my point.

There are some who call for the legalization of

marijuana and others who claim that a man's right

to bear arms is inviolable. Well I maintain that a

woman's right to bare her breasts, to feed her

children or just to allow them the sunshine is an

inalienable goddess given right. The form of

radical sexual discrimination which allows my

brothers to shop, surf, drive or fix the roof

bare-chested, no matter how plump they are  but

which will arrest me for feeding my own baby in

the park has to be addressed...perhaps by

moratorium.

Imagine "May 1st National Breast Day" - there

could be parades...Giant floats and pink-tipped

helium balloons. A celebration of all the

extraordinary multicultural forms and shapes and

sizes of this beautiful delicate gift of Woman.

'Bless 'em all, bless 'em all, the firm and the

soft and the small'...songs dances, specially

flavoured ice-creams, nipple shaped takeout

containers...I'd better stop or no one will print

this anywhere.

"But it will titillate so!" howls the missionary

educated unconscious..."uncontrollable urges

bursting out everywhere, no woman will be safe -

those things must remain Hiddden!"

Now I have lived in several countries where the

breast was accepted as a legal member of society.

It was well liked and remained an erogenous zone,

but the men in those cultures did not erupt in

violent outbreaks of repressed lust every time a

woman decided to sunbathe.

I am tired of wearing a felony under my sweater. I

have no facts to support the theory, but could the

constant increase in breast cancer which was once

a one in ten thousand occurrance and is now in the

U.S.A. a one in eight occurrance have anything to

do with the shame imposed upon something so

beautiful?

I have played with this issue, attempted  to make

light of it, but I hope you will take these ideas

to heart. We who no longer honor the Great Mother,

the Earth have dishonored her daughters and their

power to nurture. Society changes,  we can change

laws which represent spiritually harmful values.

We are mammals. This organ closest to the heart is

sactred. I invite you to join me in honoring the

breast in a whole new enlightened way. As a symbol

of the Great Mother.

P.S... I bet you can't guess what my other two

wishes would be