going free(balling)...

the term "freeballing" refers to person who choose to not wear underwear. "freeballing" is also known as "going commando" to some people. and really... what's the big deal about not wearing underwear right? but no, apparently not. just do a google and you can find loads of people talking and discussing about it. amongst the people in the singapore gay community, it seemed to be a rather big deal not wearing underwear (especially amongst the younger lots of gay men). it's quite funny actually. and when you read the details, you can see people talking about it from the health angle, from the feel-good angle, from the moralistic angle (what the hell right?) etc... and comparing, i see lots of parallels between the arguments for and against "freeballing" to the whole concept of being a naturalist or a nudist. anyway.... this is not why i write this post.

the reason why write this is becos of what i see almost daily. you see, there is this indian couple in my estate. they are both in their 20s and they came from india (my assumption, judging from their accent and their behaviour). this couple moved in sometime last year and frequently take walks along the canal between my apartment and the business park. this canal runs beside an existing construction site and is rather deserted. at night, the whole place would be rather dim and a couple of bangladeshi construction site workers would hang around there chatting amongst themselves or using their handphones.

the thing about this couple is that the wife likes to walk around commado-style aka bra-less. and what makes her stands out very conspicuously is that her breasts bounce and swing like nobody business when she walks! and this is very obvious becos she is very very (yes, i emphasize the word - very) well-endowed up there (but not as disproportionately as dolly parton). one can describe them to be like overripe papayas. and they came complete with very pointed nipples that point through her thin cotton nightgown material (and she doesn't seem to change her nightgown)! certainly, they do remind me of cum-filled condoms enlarged a million times! ok, weird comparison, but what can you expect from a gay man right? haha, you get what i mean... and interestingly, they seemed pretty nonchalant about it as they stroll and chat. 

one evening 2 weeks back, as i was walking home from my evening runs at about 11pm, i saw her doing her evening stroll. it was kinda weird to be strolling at 11pm. and she was alone. again, she was in the same nightgown. and as usual, her breasts were swinging... and bouncing... and the whole area was dim. and there were construction workers... and my mind started racing as i walked... i started imagining things. will she be ok? will she be safe?...  ok, this post is getting no where. haha... i came home, forgot about the whole thing... until today.

come on. it's singapore.

but yeah... then again, i have not seen her since that evening...

hmmm...

:-)