Now those of you who know me know I love tits. Big ones, small ones (not too small, I mean…Jesus), young ones, old ones (both within legal reasoning), but not long or floppy ones though, because a man has to have standards. I also happen to love reading. While this might make me an educated pervert, or just a chauvinistic pig, I’ve tried to evolve enough to respect the fact that tits out don’t necessarily have to be a turn-on.
As a result, I’ve taken an interest in the stories that have come out of New York in recent years, all centered around the fact that it’s perfectly legal for a woman to be topless in public.
Because it’s legal, you’re going to have groups and individuals who want to make a statement embracing the law, which in a sense, is an extension of something larger than popping off the bra. Take the ladies of the Outdoor Co-ed Topless Pulp Fiction Appreciation Society for example.
The OCTPFAS describe themselves as “a group of friends, and friends of friends, and friends of friends of friends, and complete strangers, who love good books and sunny days and enjoying both as nearly in the altogether as the law allows.”
For them, reading “al fresco” is not only their right, but also an extension of something they love to do. Now, who can’t get behind that? In reading their website and checking out their Twitter feed, it’s safe to say that they have a number of followers who not only show up for the free “peaks”, but who also believe in their cause. And when you think about it, it’s not really a cause, it’s just something to do, something to be a part of, which is something people want, because most people just want to be part of something they can feel a sense of belonging from.
While their goal is to “make reading sexy”, I think it’s also a way to simply normalize the female form. While of course the group is co-ed, in looking at their site, it didn’t seem like there were a lot of men showing up for topless time, which is perfectly fine by me, because let’s be honest, who wants to see some schubly guy show off his manboob while reading the latest chapter from the “A Song of Fire and Ice” series.
Look at me, using a reverse double standard (is that even possible?).
In any case, hats off (or shirts off) to the Outdoor Co-ed Topless Pulp Fiction Appreciation Society for not only offering up some noteworthy views, but also bringing up some obscure books that beg to be read just by the title alone, for example, ever heard of a book called, “Abraham Lincoln: Presidential Fuck Machine“? Of course you haven’t…but imagine a woman with no shirt on reading that in a park.
You’re welcome.