Abstract
This two-part essay bridges the gap, at the clasp, and gasp, of the sternum, the cleavage, a hollow — between the lived and dynamic reality of having breasts and that of imagining, creating, and navigating complex, fluid spaces. Such spaces are constructed, delineated, prescribed, and housed by an architecture — literally and metaphorically. An engineers' mathematical calculations, modelling tools, static loads, posts and beams, and moments of inertia are inadequate to uphold these fleshy, fatty, leaky, budding, aroused, and sagging glandular tissues — a pair of amorphous and asymmetric orbs cantilevering off one's pectorals. Not even the elastic-ridden ‘separating’, ‘uplifting’, and ‘disciplining’ structure of the brassiere can squelch the life-long relationship between my ‘girls’ and the rest of the world.
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