creator: Susan Spangler (Illustrator); copyright: public domain

Breast development, or development of mammary glands, is an important part of female reproduction. It makes us who we are….mammals.

The purpose of breast is to produce milk and sustain offspring. The growth of a breast is a progression toward being able to provide for the young, and that progression begins before birth. Breast tissue starts in the unborn fetus with development of a mammary ridge. A baby is born with nipples and a small amount of breast tissue.

Breast tissue goes through multiple stages of development throughout a lifetime. Some of the stages seem obvious and straightforward. For instance, breasts enlarge during pregnancy to be able to produce milk when the child is born. Changes like these are noticable and seem, well, logical. But the process of growth is far more nuanced than that.

A young girl is born with with nipples and the earliest development of breast tissue. During adolescence breast tissue goes through development under the influence of estrogen coming from the developing ovaries. This happens in stages, as adolescence is a series of changes that happens over a period of years.

The basic development pattern is this: Each breast has a nipple which is surrounded by a rounded colored area called the areola. Beneath the nipple there are breast ducts which can be divided into smaller lobules. Those will then be subdivided into even smaller alveoli. It is at this level, the alveoli, that breast milk is formed following a pregnancy.

The entirety of a breast is made up of several major types of tissue: fat, lobules, alveoli and ducts. In adulthood, some of these tissues grow to support breastfeeding. Later in life, tissues diminish in size, soften and often lose volume (a natural condition – though many women dislike it).

Each woman is unique with variable amounts of breast tissue. The different types of tissues within the breast are present in variable ratios. There is no “normal” for women in general, Like a fingerprint, breast tissue is unique and only “normal” for one’s self. It requires self inspection on a regular basis to know what’s “normal,” or if something has changed in a way that might not be healthy. This is why a monthly self breast exam is recommended. Know yourself, know that you are unique and watch for changes during your monthly breast exam. If you detect a change, please let your health care provider know.

As we age, breast tissue will continuously change, unfortunately with age the likelihood of additional, unfriendly tissues or masses increases. This is why annual screening mammograms are recommended for women over the age of 40. These are done to ensure that the last stages of the life of breast tissue are as healthy as the first – a natural progression in the cycle of life.

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This from the WEEK magazine……..

If you’ve ever woken up in a cold sweat longing for the warm, familiar ambrosia stored in your mother’s teat, we’ve got some good news for you: An Austin-based candy-maker called Lollyphile is now selling breast milk–flavored lollipops for adventurous adults looking to indulge their oral fixations.

The lollipops don’t actually contain any breast milk — they’re vegan and mostly made of sugar — but were created by taste-testing real breast milk generously donated by four new moms. “Can you imagine armies of pumping mothers?” Lollyphile founder Jason Darling says in an interview with the Los Angeles Times. “Managing that would be a logistical nightmare.”

As for what these Oedipal confections actually taste like, the flavor is “sort of like almond milk,” says Darling, “but sweeter.” Since debuting the pops on the Lollyphile website on Monday, the company says it has already sold a few thousand treats.

But maybe we shouldn’t be too surprised by the candy’s overnight success. After all, there are already communities online solely devoted to developing recipes from nutrient-dense, human lactate — everything from cheese to strawberry buttercream cupcakes.

“These lollipops won’t bring back childhood memory,” write the lollipop’s creators at their website. But they are “quite possibly the most inherently satisfying flavor of all time.”

Give the breast milk–flavored pops a try here.

Okay everyone reading please weigh in on this…….thanx

Anyway, Jamie McCarthy is still acting a fool like he don’t know nan but we are Dealing With It.

You know I don’t care for whites but fuck if you think a nigga won’t pay what he owe.  Cartier. Fucking. Dildo. 

You should read this book–not because I had the honor of helping Jen Smith write this book but because each of us should seek to understand and support all peoples suffering from advanced cancer–the kind that can’t be cured.  Who, after all, is not affected by metastatic cancer?  Who does not have a relative, a friend, or a coworker who has been diagnosed with metastatic cancer?  And who hasn’t desperately wanted to know more about metastatic cancer to either help ourselves and/or those we love. 

Jen Smith, author of What You Might Not Know:  My Life as a Stage IV Cancer Patient, lives with a murderer. The killer has ruthlessly taken many of her friends, and forever leaves her wondering if she’ll be next. Her fear for her life is trumped only by her overwhelming concern for her beautiful young son whom she still can’t imagine leaving behind. But she has no choice. Jen has Stage IV Metastatic Breast Cancer.

In this book, Jen follows up on the triumphs in Learning to Live Legendary with a candid look at life with advanced cancer. She pulls back the curtain on what it’s like to live day-to-day with a terminal diagnosis. You’ll share her fear, her heartbreak, her uncertainty — even her guilt. You’ll even feel the impact of Jen’s disease on her friends and family, as they articulate their own reactions to metastatic cancer. From mothering to grieving to simply freaking out, Jen and her loved ones provide a raw and unflinching look at What You Might Not Know.

Advanced Praise for What You Might Not Know: My Life as a Stage IV Cancer Patient

Jen’s encouragement to fully experience the human condition and to live while dying is inspiring.

–Hollye Jacobs, RN, MS, MSW, Breast Cancer Survivor, Advocate, & Writer                                              

Jen Smith is one of those AMAZING people who cares SO MUCH about sharing her story – the good and the bad – to help and empower others in the fight!!  She always keeps a positive attitude, and she is a TRUE INSPIRATION to everyone out there touched by cancer!  Our team loves her – DEARLY!!!!

–Jonny Imerman, Founder, Imerman Angels

We need more women like Jen Smith to educate us about the realities of living with metastatic breast cancer at a young age.

–Jody Schoger, Breast Cancer Survivor, Advocate, and Writer

Exiled to Cancerland, Jen Smith is a brave and reliable guide through tough, heartbreaking terrain.

–Joanna Chapman, Author of Divine Secrets to the Ta-Ta Sisterhood:  Pledging the Pink Sorority                                         

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I know you’ve all likely heard the rumours about the results that can be achieved by working out your vaginal and pectoral muscles… I mean those stories have been around for decades. Do you know why they’ve been around so long? Because they carry some pretty awesome truths.

Let’s start with working out our pectoral muscles, shall we?

• Now, show of hands, how many of you have read or heard of a book by Judy Bloom called “Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret”…anyone? This has to be one of the most well-known pre-teen books for girls. It explained things to us we couldn’t understand from our mother’s talks and showed us that it’s okay to go through puberty, and to be excited for the changes it would bring in us. I know if I ever have a daughter I will make sure she reads it, too. Anyway, in this lovely little book, the girls do a silly workout to increase the size of their bosoms (“We Must, we must, we must increase our bust” anyone remember this? No? Just me?). Well, I will be the first to tell you Nancy had a point when she taught her friends this workout. Working out your pectoral muscles DOES help your breasts to look bigger and feel firmer, because even at a light level of resistance, this builds and strengthens the muscle tissue that sits under your breast tissue. The other bonus is that it helps to support the weight of your breasts, and helps keep them perky and pert longer. Seemingly bigger boobs that defy the pull of gravity as I age? Where do I sign?For this workout, simply follow Nancy’s lead and start by bending your elbows at 90 degree angles, with your fists up and aimed at the ceiling. Now clench your fists and do some “fly-aways”. Alternate brining your arms in toward each other and then brining them back until you’re in the he-man flex pose. Do this move about 50 times… chanting is optional.

Now, about those kegel workouts

• Quite frankly, as a woman if you don’t do them, I’m a little upset for you. First of all, working out your vaginal muscles is easy, quick and no one has to know you’re doing it. You can do it sitting on the couch, or at your desk, or even in line at the grocery store… just clench your pubic muscles like you would if you were trying not to pee your pants. It’s like doing butt clenches for your vagina. It takes some focus at first but it becomes very easy once you do it a couple times. Anyway not only does this tighten things up down there, but it also fights the natural loss of firmness that comes with age. Which, let’s face it, is a pretty good thing no matter what romantic situation you find yourself in. However, I am not finished here. The coolest “side effect” to kegel muscles (besides being tight and firm) is it can cause for longer, more intense orgasms for the person doing the workouts! Orgasms are wonderful… I know I wouldn’t complain if they managed to get even better.For a better workout than those clenches you do anywhere without being noticed, I have another approach. Lay down on your back on your bed (or the floor, whatever tickles your fancy) and bring your legs up and out to make a big V, straight into the air so your legs are 90 degrees from the surface below you. Now, do 50 or so kegel clenches. Otherwise, if you find this too tiring, leave your legs on the floor and spread them into as wide of a V as you can comfortably manage, and do the same amount. This is a really… weird and unattractive way to word this, but the wider your legs are, the more open your vagina is, and the more work each clench is. It’s basically like increasing the resistance on a machine at the gym. Yeah, I went there…. sorry.

There are many variations of these moves you can try, these are just my personal favourites. I do these every single day… and while there’s no real way to measure if it’s working… well let’s just say someone that knew my body fairly well (besides myself, thank you very much) had taken notice of the benefits. But we’ll leave that one alone for now.

Anyway, I know it’s a little extra hassle… but I highly recommend these exercises. For your own benefit, as well as your loved one if you have one at the moment… our whole bodies need love and attention… and breasts and vaginas are pretty major body parts, I’d say. Love them. Take care of them as you would the rest of your body and mind.

It’s totally free, have at it!

As I said in prior posts, sometimes life gets in the way of swinging. Rick and I have come through six weeks of traveling, attending weddings, graduations, hosting family visits, out-of-town work projects, helping kids pack, move, unpack, you name it. For a while now, we’ve felt like our lifestyle activities kept taking a back seat to other things, and it was kind of a bummer.  But finally, we made time last night for some play with a new couple we met recently, and WOW – was it worth the wait.

I didn’t want to jinx things by writing about them beforehand, but we met Jack and Diane (not their real names, of course) at a swingers meet-and-greet event. We immediately felt at ease with them, and discovered that we had similar tastes, desires and personalities. Jack and Diane were relatively new to the lifestyle, and at this point, were only interested in soft swapping in the same room. Rick and I could relate; we started in the lifestyle at exactly the same point before progressing on. We were comfortable with their boundaries, and offered whatever guidance and input we could when they asked questions about our experiences.

After that first meeting, we got together for a second “date” of sorts at a local strip club. We enjoyed drinks and dancers visiting our table, but things didn’t go any farther than that. But it did give us an opportunity to get to know them better, so we considered it time well spent. That was a few weeks ago. Then a week ago, we were pleasantly surprised to get an invite from them for dinner and play.

Jack and Diane showed themselves to be a very classy couple. They arranged dinner at a fabulous restaurant where we enjoyed an exceptional meal and more great conversation. Afterward we went down a block or so down the street to a local landmark hotel. After parking the car, we met them inside and followed them to the room – an amazing, cool, heavenly suite.

I don’t think anyone could have picked a better place to play. The suite was in a luxurious, Western-themed hotel. It was the size of a small apartment with an enclosed, private patio that included a hot tub. The bathrooms even had the old-fashioned, pull-flush toilets. They had even stocked the bar with our favorite drinks.

After touring the room, we moved to the patio where we all got undressed and stepped into the hot tub. Diane is a beautiful girl, with blond hair, blue eyes and a megawatt smile. I should add that she has lovely, lovely breasts. Jack is a very handsome guy with salt-and-pepper hair, blue eyes and a fantastic smile. We sipped our drinks a bit then Diane settled onto Rick’s lap. I took that as my cue to get comfy with Jack. I had forgotten how much I enjoy watching Rick receive attention from another woman. Despite being new to the lifestyle, she showed no hesitation as she began kissing him and caressing him under the water. I enjoyed making out with Jack as well, especially when he began to nibble and suck on my tits, which he knew would accelerate my arousal because he reads my blog. (I learned that at our first meeting.)

Diane and Rick moved to the corner of the hot tub where he lifted himself up so she could suck his cock. I continued stroking Jack’s cock as he played with my nipples, then we decided to take it to the other corner of the hot tub. At this point, I turned around to see what Rick and Diane were doing, and saw her furiously sucking his cock and him enjoying it. I smiled at him and turned around to pay some attention to Jack.

After sucking him for a few minutes, he leaned down and whispered, “Let’s play with Diane.” So we moved closer to them and I reached my hands around her to cup her breasts and kiss the back of her neck. Jack moved his hands down between my legs and found my slit. After a few minutes of kissing her, Diane lifted her head off Rick’s cock, arched her back and turned to kiss her husband. Then she turned to kiss me. She was a fabulous kisser and we began a torrid make-out session. I loved playing with her titties. I let her take the lead, since she told me at our second meeting that she’d never been with a woman before, and I wasn’t sure how comfortable she would be.

“Everything is so soft,” she said as she stroked my tits and ass. “You are beautiful,” I replied. We continued playing and kind of forgot about the men, which can happen during a foursome (sorry, guys). But pretty soon I felt some masculine hands explore my lady parts, so apparently they managed to stay involved.

“I want to eat your pussy,” I whispered in her ear. “Really?” she replied. “Yes, let’s do it,” I said. She moved over to the side of the tub and lay back against it. I lifted her hips up and alternated suction with licking. The guys moved to each side of her to play with her tits. She started moaning and gyrating her hips, which I found to be very sexy. After a few minutes, her movements grew more frantic and she arched her back and lifted herself up before tightening her thighs around my head as she climaxed.

I continued licking her pussy for a minute or two more as she relaxed and caught her breath. “Wow!” she exclaimed as she wiped water from her face. “That was amazing!” she added.  I smiled and moved back over to Rick, straddling him and feeding him my tits. We kissed and he grew hard again. I really enjoyed watching Diane give him head earlier, so I told him to get back up on the side of the tub and began sucking his cock. Soon after, I felt some fingers expertly finding their way to my pussy and I spread my legs to allow access. Jack found my g-spot and massaged it as I continued blowing Rick, but a few times I had to stop because I got so distracted by the pleasure Jack was giving me. He massaged me to a delicious orgasm and I moaned to express my pleasure. I went back to sucking Rick, who rewarded me by shooting a hot wad of cum inside my mouth.

After a few minutes of relaxing and coming down after the climaxes, we refilled our drinks and talked for another hour before moving back inside to the living area to cool off, watch a bit of TV and talk some more. We finally kissed them goodbye and left feeling as though we had a great time with a wonderful couple who we hope to play with again soon. Maybe next time Diane and I can give the guys tag-team blow jobs! (Wink, wink – are you up for it, girl?)

‘The show doesn’t go on because it’s ready; it goes on because it’s 11:30′

This is a testament to doing your best, getting it right the first time, but fine-tuning your work til the last possible second, and then letting it go.

You can’t be on that kid standing at the top of the water-slide, overthinking it.  You have to go down the chute”

I have a big weekend coming up, two shows and a literary festival.  While I’m excited at the possibilities, fear creeps into my head like a gas leak of self doubt.  But then I think of Tina, who has done alright for herself, who also says:

What I learned about “bombing” as an improviser was that…[it] is painful, but it doesn’t kill you…you will still be physically alive when it’s over”.

I think about her metaphor of a child at the top of the water-slide, frozen with terror as everyone else zips by–gliding down the chute, and bolting back up the stairs for another go.  I know that kid.  I’ve been that kid.  When my husband and I were traveling with my best friend and her husband in Prince Edward Island, we were in a hotel with an amazing pool and slide.  Being wise, respectable adults, we naturally got a little bit drunk and made that slide our bitch. We were hooting and hollering, splashing and swimming, when a father came in with his young son. The boy looked in awe at the water-slide.  It took ages for him to even get up the stairs but once up there, he just stared into the black void of the chute.  The four of us rallied around the boy, explaining how fun (and safe) it was.  But he just stood there, unable to scale the wall of his own fear.

I was up at the the top at the slide, alone with the serious looking boy, who had now grown a small beard.  I leaned down to get ‘on his level’, and said “I understand why you’re afraid, but you should know that the other side of that coin is regret.  You’ll regret not giving it a try–and that’s worse than being afraid”.  His jaw slackened, his eyes widened.  I was really getting through to him.  This is when I noticed that my ‘getting on his level’–crouching down, leaning forward with my hands on my knees,  meant accidentally squeezing my bikini-clad A-cups together.  And this boy had never been so close to boobs before.  Or maybe he’s around breasts all the time, and was horrified by how tiny mine were.  (He strokes his beard, Really? That’s all you’ve got?”)  Still,  with my inspirational, boob-tempered speech, his confidence lifted, and he raced down the chute.  There was this brief second where we all waited silently for the boy’s rebirth; and when he came out on the other side, splashing into the water, we all applauded his bravery.

And then there was five.

That little boy, having conquered his fear, made an endless circle: up the stairs, down the chute, in the water, and  back up the stairs.

And when I think about fear, fear of failure, of choking, I just think about what I told that boy–and that it is something I must tell myself.  The last thing I want to feel is regret for not even trying.  And I think again of Tina Fey, and the phrase that I have tacked to the cork board above my desk.

You have to let people see what you wrote.  It will never be perfect, but perfect is overrated”.

And this can apply to anything…but you never know, if you get over the fear, you might make a huge splash.  You might even see some boobs.  Anything is possible.

But lust for you

Is this a drunk dial?

Yes

But it doesn’t mean it’s not true

I can’t go back there

You choose her

You know why I chose her

You could have changed things

I tried

You wouldn’t let me

That’s a lie

You know you would not have called it off

I know

So don’t say it

But I love you

And I love you too

Will you come out next month then?

You want me to go drinking with you and the boys?

Yes

Won’t they notice, I’m not your wife?

They won’t care

Bullshit

You know I will always see you, if you ask

So ask me again tomorrow

If you were here, I’d want to see you

And you know I wouldn’t come tonight

But that’s why I’d ask

Are you expecting me to stop you from cheating on your wife

I am not cheating on my wife

Would you hurt her like that on purpose?

No, but you know I love you

You also love her

Yes

And you know sometimes love’s not enough

You should have told me how you felt

We’ve been over this

We’ve agreed to let it go

You ran into something immediately

You ran away from me

I miss you and miss how we used to talk

Talk to your wife

I do, but I need you in my life more

You can’t have both of us

I want to

You can’t always get what you want

You know we have more than a friendship

I know

And its why I will tell you that you are an idiot

Do you want to sleep with me?

That’s beside the point

You aren’t with him any more

No, I’m not

So then be with me

You have a wife you love

Why risk that?

Because I love you too

I loved you first

Stop it

Don’t go there

You live with your choice

And be the husband you promised her

I’m not going away you know

I know

And I won’t let you hurt her

I know

And I won’t be a second choice

You never were

Goodnight, go to bed

Are you coming with me?

In your dreams

Every night

I love you

Ditto

I have always loved my body, my round butt, my slim waist and my C-cup boobies, but lately my bras has been feeling a bit uncomfortable and my back and shoulders have been a bit tender – but I thought the tendernes was from my workouts at the gym! Today I went to the store to buy some new bras because I haven´t done that for like a year. As I was standing in the fitting room with the size I always try on it didn´t feel right. A nice lady who worked there came to me and took one look at me and said “Honey, you need an E-cup or possibly a F-cup.” And off she went to get some new bras for me. I didn´t believe it. But when I tried on the bras – they fitted me perfectly!!! She was right!!!! I am a full E-cup and in some models I even had to wear F-cup. Now that was fun!!!!!!This is so cool!!!!!

Lately I have been so appreciative of my body and of other women around me – sort of basked in others beauty. I guess it all lead me to allowing something that made me feel even better about my own body. COOOOOOL!!!!!!