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Originally Posted by Zoe";p="
you think about it, culturally speaking, men are capable of lusting for the strangest things in spite of or because of cultural dress codes. Probably, few Chinese men exist who still find a broken deformed 4 inch female foot the object of sensual fascination but not many years ago it was so.
My guess is that among Amazonian tribes, men view the female breast as no more interesting than the nose or chin. ? Victorian England, for all the outward propriety, suppressed a pretty scandalous, racey underbelly. Are people who attend nudist colonies anymore lustful than other people? Sometimes the less flesh that is exposed the greater the fascination/ obsession, isn't that so?
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In 1967, in San Diego, I etered my first topless bar, where I drank one beer and walked out again within 20 minutes' time. Twenty years later I repeated this at a Deja Vu. Again---out the door. No interest. I still haven't found a good enough reason to enter a Hooters, either.
Fantasy is no substitute for the real thing. And anyone who's caught up in the skin game clearly never heard Jim Morrison's remark in L.A. Woman:
"...topless bars, never saw a woman so alone, so alone...."