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For the past, oh, three hours or so, we’ve been trying to figure out what’s the best part of Thom Nickels’ story in the Weekly Press this week about his trip to a press junket at the Borgata. (It’s the story in the bottom corner. WP articles don’t let you link to them directly anymore. Argh!)
Was it the part where he talked about gamblers jumping off roofs of casinos? Was it the part where he hit on one of the members of the group The 5 Browns? Was it the part where he wonders about why there weren’t any beautiful men at the junket?
No, kiddies, the best part, we think, is this two-paragraph look into cleavage:
What is a sure guarantee is that all the public relations women who set up the tour or even public relations women on board as “writers” on the junket will have the demeanor and look of New York fashion models. The trend these days is for women in PR to look like the celebrities they represent. The PR women on my junket were all beautiful and slender, and quite of few of them showed ample cleavage.
As a gay man I enjoy looking at cleavage but probably because I am gay I don’t think twice about letting my gaze linger. Cleavage to me is symbolic of the fall harvest, a bountiful spring, or ripe melons in an organic supermarket. Even as a boy I was fascinated by this part of the female anatomy. As a toddler, I once told my great-aunt that the woman we had just encountered in a bikini on the Ocean City boardwalk “had two bottoms.” My great-aunt then had to correct me and say that the second bottom was really cleavage. I’ve been hooked platonically ever since.
We’re pretty impressed, actually. From male full frontal to obsessing over cleavage in just over a month!
The Weekly Press
June 12: Nude As The News
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