[ This post is brought to you by everyone who ever asked me why I like backs and shoulders, as well as Mr. Meissner, whose conversation with me today brought certain things to light. ]
First, I should clarify that it is both backs and shoulders that I find appealing. Just a back or just a shoulder simply will not do.
Second, Iping possesses a stunning specimen of the perfect combination. I just wanted to say that before people started whining about how terrible a girlfriend I am. HE HAS A GORGEOUS BODY AND HE KNOWS IT BECAUSE I ALWAYS TELL HIM ALL RIGHT. Have you felt him flex? HAVE YOU? It is awesome right? Damn straight. (Hands off, Chuck.)
Third, it certainly does not mean that other parts of the body are not appealing, it just means that these parts are the BEST.
This all said, it has been revealed over the past year or so that my favorite part of the male body is their upper body, specifically, their backs and shoulders. I do not find pecs particularly attractive, as they start to resemble boobs after a while and I will be damned if a dude I like has boobs better or bigger than mine.
Most people find this odd. Well, okay, let's be fair: most guys find this odd. Girls generally know what I'm talking about.
Let me explain, as briefly as I can force myself to (the blinking IM thingy in the taskbar helps, Meiss), why this is the sexiest part of the male anatomy. I couldn't really put my own finger on why I have this particular preference until today, so I now impart that knowledge to you.
Those of you who have read previous entries in this series know that I am basically the warmest, softest person you can possibly imagine once you penetrate a veritable fortress of Prince-of-Persia-style traps and walls and such.
On the exterior and in day-to-day life, I generally like to take care of myself. My armor is thick enough to withstand most forms of punishment in this sense, barring a particularly well-aimed attack.
However, in my most private of moments, when I am alone with someone special, I like to be taken care of. I, like anyone with the double-X-chromosome combo, like to be coddled, cuddled, snuggled, held, hugged, spoiled, and protected. You could say that after spending so much time looking out for myself, so much time spend wearing that body armor, I just want to take it all off when I get home and be held nice and tight and be treated like a little princess.
This admission does not come easily but I am hardly ashamed of it. Jaya knows what I'm about. In fact, I would imagine most girls out there do.
Think of it this way: a girl like me, who is accustomed to giving orders and making decisions and bludgeoning her way through barriers and asserting her presence and generating this visage of invulnerability for most of her waking day probably just wants some time to let all that go and go in the polar opposite direction. To let go and just be a GIRL.
How does this tie into backs and shoulders?
I view upper body strength as a mark of male dominance, as a symbolic representation of protection, or the ability to protect.
To be picked up, carried, hugged, held, etc.... these are all things that I absolutely enjoy when I'm with someone I am close to, and these are all things that solid upper body strength only help deliver.
To be hugged tightly, surrounded by well-sculpted arms with my hands feeling up a firm, solid back? A strong back that does not give way, that would protect me from anything?
I am basically ramming this metaphor down your throats, I know, but that is exactly why I find backs and shoulders so sexy. To me, I see a man who is capable of protecting me and taking care of me.
Now, don't get me wrong; I am not insinuating that I EXPECT these things from a man built this way. I simply mean that these are things I find appealing because my brain jumps a couple light years ahead of time sometimes.
This is perhaps the girliest I can possibly get without Iping physically being near me, but hey, that dude gives the best hugs EVER. THE BESTEST!
(No offense to past or future huggers but seriously the dude has you beat no contest.)
Hopefully, that clears up some confusion with regards to this "strange fetish" of mine. I HAVE A SOUL. I AM ACTUALLY HUMAN. I AM NOT AN ANDROID BUILT OF RAGE AND FUELED ON BABY TEARS.
I leave you now with a caricature drawn by Berk because Berk is pretty cool.
