When I was living female, I never got fed up with my bra. I always felt it and it was an affirmation of what I was.
I went through a long period of self doubt and a large part of this was centred on my feelings about wearing a bra. My fear was that this was more fettish than expression. My ambivalent relationship with my mother and older sister, in particular, seemed possibly symbolic in my pleasure wearing a bra.
I later realised that part of being female is the expression of a female shape to th world. Breasts are central to the female shape.
I suppose, to an extent, the desire to present as female to the world as a whole, rather than the intimate expression of femininity toward another, is artistic. I stand in presentation to the world, as female, as what I am and what I feel inside, about myself and about my relationship to the world.
If we think about it, how any of us presents to the world is an expression.
To that extent, my femininity is an artistic expression.
The prostitute who presents herself as a provockative, available comodity, ready to offer her attention to any who will pay.
The young woman, expressing a gentle femininity, asking for no harm.
The old maid, presenting a stern lesson of self dicipline and depravation, perhaps to explain her lonliness.
The policewoman, expressing her authority, her concern for social order.
Ultimately, all feminine expression is a statement that this world must be made fit for children to thrive in safety.
Sorry, you were talking about bras, right?
