Heya, all.
I've been lurking here for a month or so (though I started in **17** a couple of years back). So I finally decided to crawl out of the woodwork. To come out of the closet, so to speak.
(I guess it was mainly a question of finding a suitable avatar 
)I have lived in and out of denial. I thought I was a nutcase, and I thought you were a bunch of even worse nutcases (chestnuts, to be exact). But slowly I have come to accept this part of my personality.
I've thought about it. Pretty much all the facets of my personality, my opinions, my tastes, have been subject to change through my life, as part of this long learning process. But my chestnuttiness hasn't changed, despite several attempts to question or rationalize it. I've been boob crazed for as long as I can remember laying my lustful eyes upon the female form. So all in all, I guess I could say that my taste for big bazooms is the only thing about me that I can claim to be genuinely coming from within. Not an acquired taste. Unless, of course, it was acquired shortly after I was born... but that's another story.
I greet y'all, and I'll be partaking in the discussions here as soon I have something clever to say.