Well, first of all, I used to live in Manhattan, and it is LEGAL there, but no one really takes advantage of it–except, for this mid 40s woman named Sue. I was acquainted with her when I lived on Roosevelt Island (RI), which is considered part of Manhattan’s borough. This all took place in the mid ’90s when I was in my late 20s (I am now 46)…
Sue decided on one lazy summer day at the local RI swim club to sunbathe topless. Well, that’s how I first found out about topless legality in NYC. Of course, the nimrods at the club read her the riot act due to children being present.
Sue kept protesting it was legal, but they didn’t listen nor care…why should kids be bothered by some innocent boobies? I mean, they are fortified on titties or a bottle with a nipple. I’m certain it is no big whoop to them or you!
I got so charged up writing this essay for you, dear Art, I took your advice and twirled around Chicago with a see-through mesh reggae top (made in Pakistan yet sold by blacks from Gianna) and took the attached pic for you, and I am alive and unscathed to tell the tale to you!
No big whoop, right Art?
Hope my home state of NJ agrees with all of the peeps rallying for equal rights for men and women. Not to sound too rude, but there are plenty of man boobs out there on display for all to see during lawn cuttings and the such that are bigger than mine!
Thanks for allowing me this opportunity to vent, Art!