its a bailey .. . madeleines

 

  

its a bailey ..  its a bailey .. using no traditional punctuation  madeleines

women usually raise their eyebrows  as only women can  when i say candidly that i have an affinity with women  but its true  ◉  of course it is considered a bastion of the ladies that they believe no man can ever really understand a woman  ◉  hence raised eyebrows   accompanied with a sympathetic but questioning  oh do you  really  ◉  woman scribbles note in mental journal  this one thinks he understands women  hmm  ◉  its like breasts  ◉  i understand all about those as well and their unconscous power over men  ◉  women  from adolescence must be fascinated to learn how these emerging mounds of flesh growing on the upper ventral that make certain movements more awkward  have a silent power over the male of the species  ◉  like a pair of magic wands you can wave from side to side and from time to time  to get you your own way  distract  or win an argument  ◉  i think  my mother  made me comfortable with breasts because she was so comfortable with hers  ◉  a few times I would burst into her bedroom without thinking  while she was dressing to ask her a question and saw them hanging there  two  beautiful  orbs of joy  ◉  she would immediately cover up but the relaxed way she would say  stephen you should knock  made me realise she did not really mind  ◉  i loved my mothers breasts  ◉  in truth i love  breasts in general  ◉  someone will say that sounds like perversion as they might if a woman stated publicly she loved all penises  ◉  i would say there is more than a subtle difference in that comparison as the breast is a universal symbol of good cheer and maternity  ◉  my relaxed acceptance and enjoyment of the female bosom meant that when accompanying my actor father backstage  at his rehearsals  as an under 10  i was unphased by the sight of many different sizes and persuasions of titty on show  some brassiered  some hanging free  ◉  actor ladies in those days were not inhibited at all  ◉  on reaching my teenage years my investigations continued on my girl friends  as i carried out detailed examinations to determine  variance in circumferance  width  shape  hang  buoyancy  solidity  bounce  pertness  softness  sensitivity  alongside valuable  studies on nipple shape and feel  ◉  the variance I found was particularly diverse in both colour and texture  ◉  in my later teens I learned more about the 7 recognised breast shapes while attending life classes at saint martins art school where we were encouraged to sketch all 7 naked female models within a 90 minute lesson  ◉  it was an evocative experience  ◉   marcel proust wrote his classic 7 volume discourse    in search of time    relating how childhood memories were evoked by the taste and smell of madeleine cakes  ◉  prousts concluding premise was  that certain things  like a familiar taste or smell can become sensory cues that trigger the human psyche  so that our memories are retrieved by intelligense  ◉  for myself I would interject  that a pair of breasts may well be another proust madeleine  to evoke mammories  sorry   memories of other women  ◉  past girlfriends and artist models included  ◉  they say you can tell a lot about a girl by her eyes  is that a euphemasim  ◉  the salt seller shape of a british madeleine has not escaped my recognition either  ◉  nor possibly recording artist madonna  when she was designing some of her pointy breast outfits  ◉  have I uncovered a new madeleine mammory theory I wonder  ◉  my mothers relaxed attitude to her body and body parts was compounded by the way she would confide in me personally after my father abandoned us  ◉  at 14 years of age I found myself acting as a surrogate husband in those usually male  no go zones  such as listening and understanding  i even proffered sensitive advise  ◉  i became her shoulder to cry on and began to learn at an early age some important things about a womans needs  ◉  my relationship with my mother was as pure as the driven snow  ◉  she discovered the sweetest way of teaching me the facts of life  ◉  one day she presented me with a story book which told of the problems a dog breader had in getting an alsatian to mount a yorkshire terrier  ◉  i suppose that could have damaged my view of sex for life  it didnt   ◉  another madeleine memory i have is triggered by those big fish-eyed fashion buttons  ◉  i had no sisters and was curious what lady bits looked like downstairs  ◉  so when a girl at primary school offered my friend a viewing in exchange for the two bob she owed him  i jumped at the chance of joining in the viewing  ◉  so behind the curzon cinema where i had seen my first film  dumbo  five years previously  i saw my first vulva  ◉  when barbara duffy lifted her dress and dropped her drawers to proudly show us her halfpenny  ◉  i thought it looked like one of those buttons on my mothers new home-knit fashion sweater  ◉  since then im afraid that idea has stuck  ◉  i often wonder where barbara duffy ended up and if the two bob she earned showing her fanny by the bike rack was the start of an exotic career  ◉  or maybe she became a seamstress sewing on buttons  ◉  of course my claimed affinity with women is not based purely on a few goodnight fumbles and a two bob striptease behind the curzon  ◉  firstly there was my mother and later a very real but platonic friendship with my sister in law  ◉  as i moved on in my relationships with women I found my interest in them  divided  between wanting to get my hands on their gazubas and becoming their bestie  ◉  i suppose my mum really had done a job on me  ◉  into my twenties I reconnected with a past girlfriend   she had had east west boobs I remember   she now had a little mixed race boy  they had been dumped by the father ◉  i began a new and enjoyable friendship with elaine but was confused by my feelings for her  ◉  my mammory memories of her were not prompting me in that direction at all  ◉  i felt sorry for her in her situation and considered asking her to marry me  ◉  she sorted out my confusion by assuring me she valued me purely as a buddy  really appreciated my friendship and support and confessed she had been wondering if I was actually gay  ◉  it was a reasonable assumption and one several women have questioned since  ◉  it is well recognised that women often feel safer with and appreciate the company of gay guys  ◉  my continued excitement at the sight of a nice pair of bosoms and a happy heterosexual partnership of 45 years happily lays that particular question to rest  and yet it continues a reality that my affections can easily be divided between platonic and sexual  which must be confusing to women as it is  to be honest  for me  ◉  it is one marvellous development that such matters may now be discussed freely and openly and that our individual sexuality and preferances are now no longer taboo subjects  ◉ 

                                   … its a Bailey .. .  27 November 2020 .. .  edenbraytoday

 

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I am a writer ... a beat poet who began writing poetry way back in 1966 ... 'edenbray is born ugly, wet, covered in blood, mucous & bodily functions, the effluence of my short life' ... I recently published my 1st solo Anthology - the best of 60 years writing - previously I ran my own Art Supplies Store for 40 yrs before I became a full-time writer I am a Blogger who has posted 1,000 poems - available in 24 themed booklets ... please ask for details + leave a 'like' or a comment for my encouragement, thank you so much for listening - I truly value your opinion on my work ~ in fact I literally survive on your creative input ~ edenbray
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