gazoombahs

boobs are cool.  i mean... REALLY cool.  yeah, sure, i'm a gay man... but have you SEEN a gay man around a nice rack???  it's like bears and honey: an instant attraction (minus the licking... well... in most [sober] situations).  there's just something about them, and no, it has nothing to do with being sexually attracted to a woman... it's all about natural progression:  1) hanging things are fun to play with.  2) ooh, my balls hang... man these are fun to play with, i can't keep my hands off of them.  3) HEY!  girls have hangy things too.  4) man... boobs are like balls, only higher and squishier.  5) hmm, these are fun, but i can take mine everwhere i go... i'll resort to balls w/ the occasional boob.

unfortunately, not all women get to keep their boobs.  i'd love to say that its a happy thing seeing them go, like seeing a suffering loved-one pass on to the next life.  but most women who face boob-cancer find themselves feeling suddenly incomplete, empty, and very alone.

until mother's day.  

for the second year in a row i walked in the b-cancer walk at the mall of america in memory of my friend mary who passed away years ago from boob-cancer and various other cancers.  for the second year in a row i found myself fighting-back tears numerous times as i walked w/ 50,000 other people with pink signs on that celebrated the sucess of a loved-one thru this terrible plague... others, like myself, wore pink in memory of said loved-one.  as i walked i felt overwhelmed by sadness FINALLY feeling like i had a way to understand the magnitude of this disease... and overwhelmed by the amount of survivors and their amazingly positive attitudes.  

people, this is real... and it fuckin' sucks.  let's do something about it:  the next time your feel or see a nice rack, think about how devistated you'd be if it wasn't there for you to look at or touch... then think about how it would feel if you were that woman, permanently disconnected from herself.  then do something... donate money, remind a loved-one to give themselves a self-check... or walk with me next mother's day.