It struck me today as I spent three hours bare-chested on the beach that it felt normal. Not just to me, I mean. Bare-chestedness almost always feels normal to me now. I mean it felt like it felt normal to the people around me. It wasn’t crowded but it wasn’t empty either and we walked miles along the surf and passed people all day long. They would nod their greetings, chat briefly, some didn’t even notice me. Two grandparents with a five-year-old grandson set their chairs near us. A park employee gave me a thumbs up (must have read the blog).
And on my walk through D.C. with Raven last week, we spent about four hours bare-chested and didn’t have a single negative interaction. Not one. People looked, of course, and took photos, some waved. But the world sort of just ignored us, honestly.
Progress will ebb and flow in the effort to normalize female breasts. Some days will feel hopeful, others discouraging. Yesterday felt discouraging, as I discussed the Fort Collins, Colorado situation with the courageous Brittiany Hoagland. And then today felt good. I think it’s important I share both ends of the spectrum.
Here’s some video. (Normalizing bare-chestedness.) Watch the people in the background…normal I tell you! And it was like that all day…
Note: We propped the camera on the backpack in such a way that no one could see I was filming. We try very hard to avoid appearing as if I am bare-chested for the sake of videos or photos. I want people to associate my bare-chestedness with normalcy, not exhibitionism or overt sexuality, but I also wanted to show how people were reacting without them knowing I was filming them. How’s that for a voyeur beach video!? So in a three hour day we took maybe five photographs and about four minutes of video.