Restoring Balance - Female Flesh: Girls of Summer

I believe in balance. I am moderate in many ways, indulging in one thing, only to counterbalance it with another. Every ecosystem must maintain a delicate sense of equilibrium or risk falling into chaos. Thus was I asked to start writing Man Flesh after a dearth of Lisa's great posts. When Lisa and I both started posting recently and unexpectedly, another weekly Female Flesh also cropped up to accompany Reg's fine female posts. Balance. Equilibrium.

And then this week, the balance was not just tipped, but completely thrown off kilter.  I didn't know this ahead of time, and only just discovered it Saturday morning Pacific time. And, quite honestly, it offended even my (gay) sensibilities. I felt a compelling urge to restore symmetry. So I dove into the magical world of girls of summer adorned in bikinis:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You may think, "How would you know what hot female flesh looks like, Logan? You're gay!" True, I won't deny my membership in the homosexualist club. However, even I had my years of female flesh appreciation. I used to sneak peaks at my dad's Playboy and Penthouse. I even had a year-long subscription to Penthouse in college.

Men are either ass-men or breast-men. You'd assume that since gay guys love ass, they'd naturally be ass-men even when appreciating women's fine assets. However, this is not necessarily true. I was an avid breast-man myself growing up. Even after I turned gay I had a fascination with breasts. All of my current "Top 5 Famous Women I'd Switch For" have nice, large racks.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And what better way to enjoy breasts than the scant bikini? Enough exposed flesh to be a visual feast, and just enough clothing to tease and intrigue. That's why beaches are so fun in the summertime: Shirtless guys and bikini-clad women.

Balance. The way it should be.

Posted by Reg, who posted this post for Logan, who wrote this post on behalf of Reg.