so if you were working late or studying and tense and stress then of course I’d rub your shoulders…
Ok. So. Years ago, maybe before you were even born, I wound up sitting in on a lymphatic drainage workshop for massage therapists. I never became licensed but I’d gotten a ton of physiology, anatomy, and massage training as a teenager. So I was sitting in on this class and the instructor, without missing a beat, veers off into an extended session on breast massage. She editorialized that breasts and the underlying anatomy were grossly neglected for women clients, and said they should be treated like any other part of the body. And then proceeded to explain how to massage breasts in meticulous detail.
No, we didn’t practice on each other, and since I was only sitting in I wouldn’t have been partnered with anyone. But it was one of those great moments where you distinguish the social significance of something vs its mundane reality.
And so if you were working late or studying and tense and stress then of course I’d rub your shoulders – your scalenes and levators, trapezius and sternocleidomastoids, and your lats, rhomboids, your teres major and minor, your subscpularis and supraspinatus too! But I’d also rub your deltoids, pesc major and minor. Oh, and squeeze and stroke your breasts too, because it feels good, sure, but because I always worry, as did the instructor so many years ago, that I don’t give them enough attention when I’m not trying to seduce you too.
