I wear one most evenings after I get home from work. It’s almost a relief to have some support and less movement.
And a quote from GotBoobs that comes later in this thread...
As soon as I get home it comes off. I go braless at home unless we have company
Those two quotes say a great deal about what this journey looks like for the men who have breasts and who wear brassieres when it makes sense to them. I certainly understand that for some men wearing a brassiere is a means of dealing with uncomfortable physical sensations like tender nipples or aching backs. Yes, large breasts are heavy and weight at the front of our bodies can cause strain in the shoulders, neck and back. A well-designed brassiere is a wonderful solution practically even if it is challenging psychologically. Finding solace here where self-acceptance is embraced makes it easier to deal with that psychological discomfort.
For some of us, wearing a brassiere is a different experience. Having breasts can justify wearing a brassiere, but it also can be a gateway to indulging in femininity which is rooted in estrogen rising within our bodies. As is often mentioned on the board, we not only have developing breasts, but rounder bodies as well as softer hearts and more tolerant minds. We are moving toward the feminine side of the gender continuum. Taking off a brassiere that has been worn all day can feel like a relief, but so can putting on a brassiere after a day of meeting the world as a "man." I'm well aware that wearing a brassiere brings definition to my breasts and I find myself mesmerized by both their look and feel. Of course, nothing in that process changes reality. I'm a man with breasts who also has a beard. But fantasy is alive and well. Putting on a brassiere and seeing what it does to my voluptuous breasts can take me places I hardly resist going. I expect that is happening for some others here as well, though we don't talk about it. I understand such conversations don't belong on a website like this but I wouldn't be honest with all of you if I didn't say this about my journey. I'll never transition but I don't really need to in order to accept who I am and how this adventure is playing out. As close as we get is sharing our enthusiasm for finding a brassiere and sharing our excitement in finding one. All good... grist for the mill whatever that mill might be turning out for each of us...