Topic: The Open-Source Boob Project

[Shiki Tohno]

As explained here and followed up here.

"This should be a better world," a friend of mine said. "A more honest one, where sex isn't shameful or degrading. I wish this was the kind of world where say, 'Wow, I'd like to touch your breasts,' and people would understand that it's not a way of reducing you to a set of nipples and ignoring the rest of you, but rather a way of saying that I may not yet know your mind, but your body is beautiful."

We were standing in the hallway of ConFusion, about nine of us, and we all nodded. Then another friend spoke up.

"You can touch my boobs," she said to all of us in the hallway. "It's no big deal."

Now, you have to understand the way she said that, because it's the key to the whole project. The spirit of everything was formed within those nine words - and if she'd said them shyly, as though having her breasts touched by people was something to be endured or afraid of, the Open-Source Boob Project would have died aborning. But she didn't. Her words were loud and clearly audible to anyone who walked by, an offer made to friends and acquaintances alike.

Yet it wasn't a come-on, either. There wasn't that undertow of desperation of come on, touch me, I need you to validate my self-esteem and maybe we'll hook up later tonight. There was no promise of anything but a simple grope.

We all reached out in the hallway, hands and fingers extended, to get a handful. And lo, we touched her breasts - taking turns to put our hands on the creamy tops exposed through the sheer top she wore, cupping our palms to touch the clothed swell underneath, exploring thoroughly but briefly lest we cross the line from 'touching" to "unwanted heavy petting." They were awesome breasts, worthy of being touched.

And life seemed so much simpler.

(EDIT: For a more fact-checked version of events, and an explanation of the button issue, click here to see a clarification of events - because frankly, a lot of people are confused on the later button issue, et cetera.)

In this moment, all of the societal restrictions had fallen away, and we discovered an eBay-like need: We liked to express adoration of her body, and she liked the compliment of being desired. It wasn't a one-way flow; it was a stream of compliments being passed back and forth as we explored that small zone of her body, a My God, these are beautiful breasts you have, along with the backstream compliment of Thank you, you're worthy of touching them.

It could have been a base lechery. But instead, it was sexual desire made simple. We knew we couldn't go further, but being allowed inside this area of restricted access with nothing more than a question was somehow amazing.

We stood there afterwards, a little shocked. Then someone else spoke up in the same tone of voice:

"You can touch mine, too."

And my God! We all reached out like zombies trying to break through a door to get to those breasts. And it wasn't getting any worse! We weren't degenerating into an orgy, but rather exploring the amazement of how beautiful this body was and how wonderful it was to have access to them. Nobody was trying to pull off a bra or suck on a nipple; we'd been given access to a very special place that only lovers usually touched, and why would you be so crude as to try to push the boundaries of that?

And every girl in that hallway was then asked the question: "May I touch your breasts?" They considered, and said yes. And we all did.

And my Lord, I'd had experience in breasts in my time, but having so many compared right next to each other was beautiful. One of the reasons I love sex is because every body is so different, and the differences in size, and skin tone, and nipple sensitivity, and bras - bras were a big deal in how a boob felt - were highlighted. It wasn't like the breasts blurred together; they were all each beautiful in their own way, framed in the canvas of a shirt or a tank top or a dress. With each set we explored, we appreciated the last ones even more.

We went back to some of the first open-sourcers, eager for comparison. "Can I touch them again?" "Sure!" And the feel-ups continued.

I felt the terrors of high school washing away from me. It could be this easy. Just ask!

And then the real magic happened. Because a beautiful girl in an incredibly skimpy blue Princess outfit strode down the hallway, obviously putting her assets on display (the thin strips of her clothing had to be taped to her body to stay on), and we stopped her.

"Excuse me," the first, very brave girl asked. "You're very beautiful. I'd like to touch your breasts. Would you mind if I did?"

We held our breath. We didn't want to offend. This could go wrong, collapsing and turning us into cruel lechers who'd make her feel uncomfortable and shamed of who she was....

She thought for a heartbeat, sizing us up. But there must have been something honest and trustworthy in our eyes that promised that we wouldn't get out of hand... Because after a moment, she smiled and said, "Sure!"

The first girl touched respectfully. And reported that they were glorious. Then we all asked in turn, and she nodded happily and put them out, and lo, even with strangers and not acquaintances, the magic of the Boob Project continued. It wasn't that she was a piece of meat to be felt up, but rather that a living person that we did not know had voluntarily lowered the barriers that separate us and allowed us in... And we were so grateful that we were showering her in pure adoration.

It was exciting, of course. I won't deny it was sexual. But it was a miraculous sexuality that didn't feel dirty, but clean.

Emboldened, we started asking other people. And lo, in the rarified atmosphere of the con, few were offended and many agreed. And they also felt that strange charge. We went around the con, asking those who we thought might be amenable - you didn't just ask anyone, but rather the ones who'd dressed to impress - and generally, people responded. They understood how this worked instinctively, and it worked.

By the end of the evening, women were coming up to us. "My breasts," they asked shyly, having heard about the project. "Are they... are they good enough to be touched?" And lo, we showed them how beautiful their bodies were without turning it into something tawdry.

We talked about this. It was an Open-Source Project, making breasts available to select folks. (Like any good project, you need access control, because there are loutish men and women who just Don't Get It.) And we wanted a signal to let people know that they were okay with being asked politely, so we turned it into a project:

The Open-Source Boob Project.

At Penguicon, we had buttons to give away. There were two small buttons, one for each camp: A green button that said, "YES, you may" and a red button that said "NO, you may not." And anyone who had those buttons on, whether you knew them or not, was someone you could approach and ask:

"Excuse me, but may I touch your breasts?"

And if you weren't a total lout - the women retained their right to say no, of course - they would push their chests out, and you would be allowed into the sanctity of it. That exchange of happiness where one person are told with gropes and touches that they are desirable and the other is someone who's allowed to desire.

For a moment, everything that was awkward about high school would fade away and you could just say what was on your mind. It was as though parts of me were being healed whenever I did it, and I touched at least fifteen sets of boobs at Penguicon. It never got old, surprisingly.

Some women didn't want to. That was fine. We never demanded anything of anyone. And if you didn't want to put yours up for the Project but you wanted to touch, well, that was fine, too. It was simply for folks who felt like being open.

It was a raging success at Penguicon.... And there haven't been any hookups that I know of thanks to the Open-Source Boob Project. It is, as I said, a very special thing. (Though I wouldn't rule it out if two single people exchanged a moment.) And we'll probably do it at other cons, because it's strangely wholesome and sexual at the same time.

I've left off the names, because frankly, people should reveal for themselves whether they're Open-Sourcers or not. Not everyone wants to go public with it, and what happens at the con stays at the con. But trust me. If you are, and I meet you, I will ask. And you'll understand the beauty and simplicity of the Open-Source Boob Project for yourself.

Touch the magic, my friends. Touch the magic.

(NOTE: I should add that my memory of details is fuzzy at best under the best of circumstances, particularly when I drank a lot of very good Scotch later that night. I wouldn't trust any specifics here, and others have already informed me that the Princess happened first and then the other touching occurred. But the spirit of the Open-Source gestation is very much correct here.)

(EDIT: Since many seem to have been confused on the topic, I'll clarify three points:

(First: The program's an opt-in program, which is to say that if you're not wearing a button, we'll never ask. Certainly the first wave of con-asking was something with the severe potential for harm, which is why we decided on the need for buttons. The need for a red button was debated, and we decided to have it just in case... But if even if you never wear any button at all, you won't be asked. At all. It's not as though we'd be gang-pressing people into servitude.

(Second: When I say, "Like any good project, you need access control, because there are loutish men and women who just Don't Get It," I am not referring to the women who don't want to be involved, who are perfectly cool, but rather the guys/gals who see a green button and assume that it means that the woman has to let herself be touched because she's got the green on. [As I said, the answer "no" is something that can be given and should be respected - it's not like a button should force you to give up your right to a body.] Or decide to spend a good five minutes in a mouth-breathing grope. Those kinds of idiots are the folks who we're worried about, and if I could change any one sentence it would be that one, because I never meant to imply there was anything wrong with someone who didn't want to be involved. There isn't.

(Third: I should add that the most of the men were open-sourced, too. The question of what that means is up to you.

(Apologies for those. Anything else? Blast away.)

My reply in the original place I read this on:

I've been trying to pitch this idea in my country for YEARS. Breasts are something to be idolized as an integral part of a woman's beauty, not just sexualized and used as a tool to randomly get yourself off. Unfortunately, it just so happens that I live in a country of rather hypocritical puritan women who (merely) think themselves too chaste to think of this stuff and let people do this to them. There ARE the few honest exceptions who will let you touch their breasts and butt if the mood is right, you're polite enough and take the time and have the delicacy to ask nicely, but as mentioned, they're the exception, not the rule.

So, ladies?

[Jericho]

You know what's funny? My absolute best girl friend in high school actually did this with me once. She wanted to know the God's honest truth about whether or not her boobs were too firm.

Didn't help much that most people who knew her called her a [classy lady] because of her self confidence, but hey, at least I know the truth.

As for the premise of this idea, it's really interesting and very positive. I'm glad that they realized that they weren't free from erring and changing it all into debauchery, but at the same time were civil and chill enough to let it happen and be tasteful.

Also, inb4 "bububu-- Jelly's an ass guy!"

[Align]

fascinating

(Just like boobs!)

[Rockmon]

wow. just, wow.

[Sub Tank]

You can touch my [ray splasher] as well.

[TeaOfJay]

You know, I wished things like this happened more often.

Although if word got out to some media watch dog group, this could provide ammo to ban anime in the states.

Which would be bad.

[RMX]

Skimmed through the walls of text. This is more or less like the FREE HUGS thing, but with boobs and presented in a less retarded way.

I don't think anyone here would say no to free tits, but I find breasts overrated. I guess because of the many fetishes that populate the internet they're not as high on my hot female body parts ranking anymore.

[Sub Tank]

Feet and armpits are the new T & A.

[Jericho]

I lol'd heartily.

[Flame]

*claps*
Bravo. Braaaavo.
That was amazing. I totally support it. Sometimes, when you see a nice rack, you don't just like them cuz, well, y'know, but because they're beautiful. And feeling them is a further way of amiring them. just like a guy would show off his muscles and have people feel his rock solid biceps or chest, You are doing the same with breasts!

You can touch my [ray splasher] as well.

Funny, as I was reading, that thought crossed my mind. Equivalent exchange! "I feel you, you feel me. how bout it?" XDXD

[Nekomata]

women are allowed to go topless in canada, on private property, that includes a non-fenced front lawn.

[Protoman Blues]

Judging how this project is over a year old, I'm guessing that not much has ever been done with it.

[Flame]

women are allowed to go topless in canada, on private property, that includes a non-fenced front lawn.

That so? Interesting. Didn't know that.

Judging how this project is over a year old, I'm guessing that not much has ever been done with it.

ITS JUST BUILDING UP STRENGTH...

[Sub Tank]

women are allowed to go topless in canada, on private property, that includes a non-fenced front lawn.

IF I MOVED TO CANADA WOULD YOU GO TOPLESS ON MY PRIVATES?

[Nekomata]

i knew you'd say that<3

[Cpie]

* FACEPALM *

[Protoman Blues]

ITS JUST BUILDING UP STRENGTH...

LoL, no it's not.

This will never work because the philosophy behind it is based on the assumption that human beings are decent people.  Which, obviously, they are not.

[Gaia]

* FACEPALM *

Not only this, but it possibly promotes more rapists too. NOT GOOD. Humanity will never be perfect either.

[Sakura Leic]

* FACEPALM *

Yeah that's how I felt.

[Phi]

* FACEPALM *

You know you like it!

[Jericho]

This will never work because the philosophy behind it is based on the assumption that human beings are decent people.  Which, obviously, they are not.

Ouch I'm hurt. Say "most human beings" next time.

[Sub Tank]

Ouch I'm hurt. Say "most human beings" next time.

Yeah, I'm with you Jericho.  Some of us put a lot of effort into being terrible people, while all the credit goes to the entire human population.  It's just not fair.

[Protoman Blues]

Haha, forgive me both of you.  "Most Human Beings" then!! 

[Gotham Ranger]

You know, I'm a guy, a man who loves a good boob, but I think I'm gonna agree with this:

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[Shiki Tohno]

Gah, so many discouraging people...