I think Saturday, I was riding my bike around topless, with my camera. And everyone was looking at me strangely. I thought that it was because of my camera, and maybe they were afraid that I was a reporter or something (or that I was committing some kind of Burning Man faux pas). But after fifteen to twenty minutes I realized that everyone was staring at my breasts, not the camera. The occasional complements of "Hey nice breasts!" from the occasional frat boys confirmed this.
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Date: 2006-09-10 04:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-11 07:32 pm (UTC)I think Saturday, I was riding my bike around topless, with my camera. And everyone was looking at me strangely. I thought that it was because of my camera, and maybe they were afraid that I was a reporter or something (or that I was committing some kind of Burning Man faux pas). But after fifteen to twenty minutes I realized that everyone was staring at my breasts, not the camera. The occasional complements of "Hey nice breasts!" from the occasional frat boys confirmed this.
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Date: 2006-09-11 07:34 pm (UTC)