ooo how I wish I’d flaunted my tits more in decades past… !! now it’s too late, promise, and don’t try to tell me I’m wrong, but the best part of this post is how Erin utterly fooled me with her pitch perfect storytelling of her NYE… so then it was even clearer what an amazing person she is to stay home and cuddle her dogs instead of going out dancing. that photo of the two of them OMG; Erin, next year I’ll dog sit ❤️
We only have moments in life. The plans may not have worked out but you got to spend moments with your puppies.
Hey, you weren't killed by a drunk driver, there always that, though I don't see many instances of that happening on New Year's Eve these days. Guess there's some good to come out of it.
Sorry about the rude bastards lighting armaments off I actually moved for that very reason .The area I live now all humans and animals are somaticaly sane after all prior ballistic events the 4th and new years .
By all means release the ladies and do get your grove on somewhere
this year I was on a plane on NYE. It left at 8.30pm (Canada) and I landed in Australia at 7am on 2nd January. I wasn't bothered in the slightest that I was missing NYE celebrations because are they really that good anyway?
But I arrived home on 2nd January and something just felt...off. Even if I stayed home on NYE (which tbh I probably would have), I didn't get the experience of waking up on 1 Jan feeling that first-day-of-the-year feels. I missed it entirely.
This year I'm doubling down. Tits out. fireworks. dancing. Usher. Lame NYE hat.
that is such a unique perspective! i've never missed that january 1st feeling, but i can imagine it's strange to skip (fly) right over it! i hope you still go out for a little tits out dancing sometime soon <3
“She howled and hurled herself to the windows, to the walls, til the sweat dropped down our balls trying to soothe her.” I’m deceased. Literal perfection, as always.
Gosh, when I was a teen with tiny tits, I was tits out all the time! I'd wear the push-up bras & sunbake topless all the damn time (it was the 90's, we were still baking ourselves like crazy!)Now that I'm a middle-aged peri lady who has had 4 kids, my tits are bigger & better than ever ( the rest of my body is trash) & I try to show them off as best I can without looking like I am trying too hard. Best of all, my husband of 25 years still loves them. Have fun getting yours out in 2026 x
Fireworks should be illegal everywhere, indeed. I do not have pets, yet I still cannot understand why people persist in something that causes so much fear and distress. The same applies to eating animals, which is another battle of mine. I often wonder when we will stop behaving as a superior species and start developing a basic sense of empathy toward other animals.
I think about my good boob years going down the toilet at least once a week, sometimes more.
ALSO, I'd be lying if euthanasia hadn't crossed my mind once or twice in the past year during times of my own stress (OBVIOUSLY I WOULD NEVER) but it has been one of those desperation brain creations of a way out of sacrificing my fully expressed life for a dog that developed separation anxiety. All that to say I feel you, and it is not a "so small thing" because those so small things add up over time and slowly suck the life out of us until we're just a shell of existence.
I'm with you in following the arrow into the new year. Here's to tits out, dancing, and feeling fully alive (without needing to harm another living being) in 2026. Also, fireworks are the devil.
signed,
someone who also spent nye in bed with her shaking dog.
kaitlyn oh my god. i am ashamed to admit this but it was 1:30am and i was petting hunter and i was so weary and i literally thought "okay you're 12 and a half so like... you're probably gonna die soon right? and we won't have to do this anymore??" our brains are so scary when they're stressed out in the middle of the night! but yes. i get it. long live our dogs, and i'm also wishing us both peace.
oh man I feel you!!!! It really is scary. We're all just doing our best, aren't we? I'm glad I'm not alone in those scary thoughts though. After I wrote the comment above I panicked a little wondering what might happen if someone who doesn't know me read it and thought how much of a monster I must be, but I chose to leave it anyway. Thank you for opening the door and inspiring feeling and naming what's going on inside.
Well, THIS was a refreshing read! Totally unique, distinctive (is that redundant? maybe. but so be it), and fun. Thank you! Tits out... I'm 57, used to have great tits, and you know what? they're still great. The skin though... not so sure. But to hell with it, right? I like your attitude. My tits are certainly better now than they will be in ten years, so why not have them out? I think I'll wear the sweet, low-cut bodysuit I brought with me to Madrid, the one I bought at least five years ago, love, and have never worn because... well, am I allowed? Am I permitted? This post gives me the confidence, or maybe just the attitude, to go for it. What could go wrong? And lots could go right.
I’ve always adored watching fireworks but the distress and disruption they cause wildlife, pets and people with PTSD means I think we should go with the silent versions.
thank you so much, Michelle <3 I always love seeing you here and keep your words with me long after I read them. here's to longing and all the difficult emotions that are actually arrows.
Yes to happy tits waving at everyone! Ugh, don't get me started on fireworks after the horror that happened in Crans Montana on NYE, which is where my son and his girlfriend live, and where I spent most weekends and holidays of my childhood, and where we had a chalet until a few years ago. Such a tragedy. Also, when we had dogs they were always terrified of fireworks, apart from Leo who could have slept through anything. I was always terrified of the dogs being terrified.
I'm sorry you didn't get to dance and smooch, but there WILL be other opportunities, and I'm sure your boobies are young enough to be taken out for many more years and then some. Besides, I still take mine out all the time, and they are well beyond beyond, but I haven't been anywhere for yonks so I don't care. Also, I hate bras, so bralettes all the way for me nowadays (I have fibromyalgia so bras hurt me).
ooo how I wish I’d flaunted my tits more in decades past… !! now it’s too late, promise, and don’t try to tell me I’m wrong, but the best part of this post is how Erin utterly fooled me with her pitch perfect storytelling of her NYE… so then it was even clearer what an amazing person she is to stay home and cuddle her dogs instead of going out dancing. that photo of the two of them OMG; Erin, next year I’ll dog sit ❤️
thank you, Debbie!! I will take you up on that! the doggies will adore you <3
In grad school, me and my wonderful pal Athena would go out to the LONE bar in our Utah town for Tits Out Tuesday. Twas a dream.
I’ve got even huger knockers now (like cup) and I feel like I downplay the tits to not get unwanted attention/be ~professional~. I don’t like it!
TITS OUT TUESDAY SHALL RE-BEGIN
YESSSS I SUPPORT THIS MOTION
We only have moments in life. The plans may not have worked out but you got to spend moments with your puppies.
Hey, you weren't killed by a drunk driver, there always that, though I don't see many instances of that happening on New Year's Eve these days. Guess there's some good to come out of it.
smart, wise, correct!!!!!
Sorry about the rude bastards lighting armaments off I actually moved for that very reason .The area I live now all humans and animals are somaticaly sane after all prior ballistic events the 4th and new years .
By all means release the ladies and do get your grove on somewhere
best comment I ever got
Oh you know how excited I feel about this!! (.)(.)
oh I know 😈
this year I was on a plane on NYE. It left at 8.30pm (Canada) and I landed in Australia at 7am on 2nd January. I wasn't bothered in the slightest that I was missing NYE celebrations because are they really that good anyway?
But I arrived home on 2nd January and something just felt...off. Even if I stayed home on NYE (which tbh I probably would have), I didn't get the experience of waking up on 1 Jan feeling that first-day-of-the-year feels. I missed it entirely.
This year I'm doubling down. Tits out. fireworks. dancing. Usher. Lame NYE hat.
that is such a unique perspective! i've never missed that january 1st feeling, but i can imagine it's strange to skip (fly) right over it! i hope you still go out for a little tits out dancing sometime soon <3
“She howled and hurled herself to the windows, to the walls, til the sweat dropped down our balls trying to soothe her.” I’m deceased. Literal perfection, as always.
heheh i was giggling to myself with that one
Gosh, when I was a teen with tiny tits, I was tits out all the time! I'd wear the push-up bras & sunbake topless all the damn time (it was the 90's, we were still baking ourselves like crazy!)Now that I'm a middle-aged peri lady who has had 4 kids, my tits are bigger & better than ever ( the rest of my body is trash) & I try to show them off as best I can without looking like I am trying too hard. Best of all, my husband of 25 years still loves them. Have fun getting yours out in 2026 x
okay i was worried where this was headed and i LOVE that you said they're bigger and better than ever and you show them off!! queen shit.
Fireworks should be illegal everywhere, indeed. I do not have pets, yet I still cannot understand why people persist in something that causes so much fear and distress. The same applies to eating animals, which is another battle of mine. I often wonder when we will stop behaving as a superior species and start developing a basic sense of empathy toward other animals.
I think about my good boob years going down the toilet at least once a week, sometimes more.
ALSO, I'd be lying if euthanasia hadn't crossed my mind once or twice in the past year during times of my own stress (OBVIOUSLY I WOULD NEVER) but it has been one of those desperation brain creations of a way out of sacrificing my fully expressed life for a dog that developed separation anxiety. All that to say I feel you, and it is not a "so small thing" because those so small things add up over time and slowly suck the life out of us until we're just a shell of existence.
I'm with you in following the arrow into the new year. Here's to tits out, dancing, and feeling fully alive (without needing to harm another living being) in 2026. Also, fireworks are the devil.
signed,
someone who also spent nye in bed with her shaking dog.
kaitlyn oh my god. i am ashamed to admit this but it was 1:30am and i was petting hunter and i was so weary and i literally thought "okay you're 12 and a half so like... you're probably gonna die soon right? and we won't have to do this anymore??" our brains are so scary when they're stressed out in the middle of the night! but yes. i get it. long live our dogs, and i'm also wishing us both peace.
oh man I feel you!!!! It really is scary. We're all just doing our best, aren't we? I'm glad I'm not alone in those scary thoughts though. After I wrote the comment above I panicked a little wondering what might happen if someone who doesn't know me read it and thought how much of a monster I must be, but I chose to leave it anyway. Thank you for opening the door and inspiring feeling and naming what's going on inside.
Well, THIS was a refreshing read! Totally unique, distinctive (is that redundant? maybe. but so be it), and fun. Thank you! Tits out... I'm 57, used to have great tits, and you know what? they're still great. The skin though... not so sure. But to hell with it, right? I like your attitude. My tits are certainly better now than they will be in ten years, so why not have them out? I think I'll wear the sweet, low-cut bodysuit I brought with me to Madrid, the one I bought at least five years ago, love, and have never worn because... well, am I allowed? Am I permitted? This post gives me the confidence, or maybe just the attitude, to go for it. What could go wrong? And lots could go right.
THEYRE STILL GREAT LET THE WORLD SEE EM!! if you wear the bodysuit (you should) pls DM me a photo of you dancing in it
I’ve always adored watching fireworks but the distress and disruption they cause wildlife, pets and people with PTSD means I think we should go with the silent versions.
I’m with you!
Wishing you, your tits, your BSF and you pups a great 2026. Longing is important and disappointment is definitely a flashing neon signpost.
thank you so much, Michelle <3 I always love seeing you here and keep your words with me long after I read them. here's to longing and all the difficult emotions that are actually arrows.
Yes to happy tits waving at everyone! Ugh, don't get me started on fireworks after the horror that happened in Crans Montana on NYE, which is where my son and his girlfriend live, and where I spent most weekends and holidays of my childhood, and where we had a chalet until a few years ago. Such a tragedy. Also, when we had dogs they were always terrified of fireworks, apart from Leo who could have slept through anything. I was always terrified of the dogs being terrified.
I'm sorry you didn't get to dance and smooch, but there WILL be other opportunities, and I'm sure your boobies are young enough to be taken out for many more years and then some. Besides, I still take mine out all the time, and they are well beyond beyond, but I haven't been anywhere for yonks so I don't care. Also, I hate bras, so bralettes all the way for me nowadays (I have fibromyalgia so bras hurt me).
Happy New Year!
Love,
Francesca xx