Gentlemen, why does Pickering's Moon go around in reverse?
Gentlemen, there are nipples on your breasts: do you give milk?
And what, pray tell, Gentlemen, is to be done about Heisenberg's Law?
Somebody had to put all of this confusion here!
Thus did the goddess Chaos reveal herself, with acid-etched revelatory clarity, to two young Californians in the 1960s (Younger 1968).
“About as useful as tits on a bull,” goes the folk expression, but—as any cattleman can tell you—bulls actually do have nipples. All male mammals, including humans, begin our existence as females. It is to this fact, gentlemen, that we owe our nipples.
In the language of symbolism, the nipple—from its basic biological function—means nurturance.
The nurturing male is a presence little addressed in the modern paganisms, but the ancestors, of course, knew better. So I'd like to explore the surprising role that the male nipple, that paradoxical female presence in the male body, plays in ritual and lore.
