It just dawned on me that this question was directed at me. I've not spent a great deal of time on the site of late. Yes, that photo is me but it is not generally how I present myself to the world. My breasts are always with me, of course, and they have definitely been growing the last year or so, but brassieres are a more recent experiment. A well designed underwire brassiere without padding does remarkable things to my breasts... as you can see in that screenshot. Funny that I find myself wearing that mala often when I'm wearing a brassiere, as I am as I write this. It doubtless calls attention to the fullness of my bosom. But such games are really for myself rather than for the general public. It is hard for me to imagine that I'd be as forthcoming away from my home. Unlike some who post here, I'm not experiencing back problems or excessively sensitive nipples that would call for wearing a brassiere all the time. The sensitivity of my nipples has a more erotic character to it. Instead it is more play for me... play that is occasionally hinted at on this website but not much talked about. Yes, I am rather mesmerized by my breasts when held by a brassiere... acceptance, right?
I understand completely. I too present male, but my body is not a macho male physic and it never was and never will. Before COVID I was going to the gym at least 3 times a week with a trainer and even though I was leg pressing over 400 lbs and bench pressing 125 lbs, I didn't have bulging muscles. Wearing a bra with a 36 band should tell you right there that I am no "He-Man" no matter how hard I try. It's a hard fact that my body operates more like a women's body, than a man's. And I truly believe it is due to the simple fact of the balance of estrogen to testosterone in my body that has been that way since I entered puberty. Has that effected me emotionally and mentally? I would have to say yes. I too would rather not hang around jocks but rather women. I used to chalk that up to the fact that I "liked" women. While I still do, I am very heterosexual, I have also come to understand that I "get women" in a way other men don't. I always have. I have several women who I would call best friends where I have no male friends who I would say fall in that same category, even though I have very good male friends. It amazes me how my female friends who know of my breasts can instantly tell if I am having a bad bra day. Just the other day at work I had a hook digging into my back all day and I had tried to get it to sit right with little luck, short of taking my bra off and rehooking it, something I didn't want to do at work, I just put up with it and after work I saw one of my female friends who knows and she asked discretely, "How's your straps hanging?". I said my straps were fine, but my hooks are killing me. She laughed and said, "I could tell something wasn't right, just the way you were holding your body." And then finished up the thought sarcastically saying, "Aren't boobs just great!?"
Well, yes! I have come to believe boobs ARE great! For years I hated them and wanted nothing more than to get rid of them, Now I don't want anything to happen to them. I have come to finally accept them and I want to experience all I can about them from sensory to appearance. The "what is it like to have breast?" experience. It's an experience that my other male friends will never know or could imagine. So yes, I too enjoy looking at my bosom either in a mirror or looking down. And yes, I do enjoy experimenting in dressing them, like many women do. I sometimes can't believe they are hanging on my chest. Around the house I am not as concerned if they appear very feminine or not. No one but my wife and me see them. If I go out in public, I am certainly more modest in their appearance. And I have mixed feelings about that. In the summer it really sucks because even an unlined mesh bra can still be hot and sweaty and cause rashes under total cover but I still have to keep the girls covered and out of sight because society says so because I don't have a vagina. But I am not trying to be feminine, even though my chest looks as feminine as any woman's. I don't know which sucks more, the fact that bras can be problematic at times or I have to keep the fact hidden I have breasts and wear bras. That doesn't make me any less male than anything else. It just makes me, me and I am not trying to reinvent anything. I am just trying to live my life as comfortable as I can. An example, just today, I saw a guy out wearing a hoodie and shorts (WTF!!! It's December in the North Hemisphere dude!) and women's strappy ankle buckle fashion thong sandals. He was able to pull it off though and no one gave him a second glance if they gave him a glance at all. So why is a guy with boobs such a disaster? I don't know.