Love isn’t supposed to hurt – physically, psychologically, or sexually. If it does and that hurt is routine and intentional, that’s not love.
My name is Kenn and I love women’s breasts. But what is way more important than a few ounces (or pounds, for some) of fat and tissue, is the woman herself. October is National Breast Cancer Awareness Month and, while I’m a guy and this seems like an unlikely place to read about “women’s issues”, several women very close to me, including family members, have been diagnosed with breast cancer. Most of them have proven to be victors in the face of this horrible disease, while a few lost the fight.