Reason #583 Why Our Breasts Rule the World
With the announcement that Chastity Bono has decided to become a man through sexual reassignment, there have been various news stories floating around out there about the procedure he will undergo to complete the change, and what becoming a man will mean for him and his long time partner. As the process progresses, Chaz will have the opportunity to go before a judge and ask to have his sex legally changed to male. Shockingly enough, one of the most prominent pre-requisites to this hearing is that he must have his breasts removed.
Nothing says "I'm not a woman!" like the absence of mammaries.
While I think what Chaz Bono is doing is awesome and am amazed at the courage it takes to go public with this kind of decision, I feel like this entire situation is yet another reason to point out how completely fucked our country is when it comes to sexuality. And I can't help but notice how awesomely insensitive and revolting it is that the judicial system in this country has decided that breasts are most often considered the be all/end all of being a female.
Ladies, I've always known our tits have magical powers; I just didn't know that without them we might as well have a floppy dick swinging between our legs.
I don't know about the rest of you, but I put a lot more stock in my uterus and vagina when thinking of my sexual
makeup than I do my breasts. They have the super power of producing an entirely new human being (albeit with a little help from a sperm or two). The only thing my tits can do besides hold up the front of a shirt or get in the way when I'm trying to clean the bathtub is feed a kid. And as a woman who has breast fed children for 18 months of her life, it's not as glamourous as it may sound. Plus, there are easy alternatives to sustenance out there.
I also have to wonder what mastectomy patients think of this entire situation. According to the US legal system, my grandmother stopped being a woman 6 years ago when she had a double mastectomy in order to keep from dying from cancer. It also means the 28-year-old double mastectomy patient my mother saw recently is no longer a female. While I don't personally know the 28-year-old, I do know my grandmother, and according to the atrociously loud colored sundresses she wears to church, not to mention her new found "female power" (as she likes to call it) in the drawer of sex toys beside her bed, not having tits has not made her any less of a female.
I've known a few women with breast cancer in my life time, and I can guarantee they would kick a dude's ass if they were told they weren't female anymore because they got dealt a lousy hand and had to have their tits lopped off.
I couldn't imagine being Chaz Bono and having to go before a judge to announce, "Well, your Honor, for years I've thought I was living in the wrong body. I've always felt like a man rather than a woman. So to be true to myself, I've decided to completely embrace the masculine lifestyle. You think you could check that little box and make it official?"
And the judge sits back in his big chair on high, mouth pursed, hand on chin deep in thought. "I don't know Chaz. Lift up your shirt and show me your tits."
There are a lot of things that make a woman a woman, and a man a man. And a handful ain't the deciding factor.
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