Bras for c-cups and under: Hello princess, let me kiss your nipples with a hint of lace, while enrobing your breasts in fine silk, gently embracing them together like two fragile turtle doves, cooing in the snow.
Bras for d-cups and up: What’s up blob-fish, here’s beige canvas held together by braided rope in constrictor knots, and intricate pulley-system. Don’t forget to yell “Heave-ho!” before hoisting those anchors onto the upper deck so people in a 5-mile radius can run for cover. We attached a hastily-made bow in the middle, so you’ll feel pretty.
Attempted to visit my wonderful friend and fellow XR activist Mark Ovland in prison this morning. I had carefully read the HMP Thameside website, made sure I had the right paperwork, dressed accordingly, wearing no sharp jewellery etc… Excited to share all your beautiful messages with him!
I got there on time.. (yes, remarkable, I know…) And then Sally and I were refused entry at the security checkpoint where a female guard did the usual airport-style feel-you-up, because she noticed WE WEREN’T WEARING BRAS.
I did not forsee that my morning, after getting a 4.30am coach to London, would involve attempting to have a logical argument about the literal interpretation of female ‘underwear’ with the prison manager. I hardly ever wear a bra. To me, a vest top and pants is my underwear, and that’s my business anyway! π
A man in the queue in front of us said “I’ve got bigger tits than you and I’m not wearing a bra!”
My Breasts Have Never Been So Angry
We understand the intention of the rules, but Sally and I couldn’t have been dressed less provocatively. We’re angry and sad we couldn’t see Mark today. But we know he would have just giggled away with Cathy (who was also visiting) about us being free the nipple hippies. πβοΈ
Sending our deepest love and strength to you through the cosmic ether Mark ππ Courageously and harmoniously sacrificing his freedom to raise awareness about the Climate Emergency. This was his one visit this month. Our hero! ππͺπΌππ