Shoulder Game

Shifting erogenous zones have been an essential part of fashion for some time now. Different decades welcomed different body parts as often as different presidents. The 20’s were all about leg, 30’s the back, and the 50’s the shoulders.

While the rejection of modesty and women’s control over their own bodies were catalysts to these looks, it was also fueled by simple boredom.

Boredom from looking at a knee cap for too long.

The shifting of what constitutes as an erogenous zone occurs when we grow tired of looking at the same body part. Its ubiquity detracts from its allure and its forbidden qualities. Therefore cutouts, hemlines, and sleeve lengths redirect themselves towards an area that was previously left to the imagination.

The undeniable erogenous zone at the moment is the shoulder, and before that, the midriff, prolonged by a hale storm of crop tops.

Shoulders, to me, are the epitome of eroticism. A woman is revealed in her rawest form, an exposed top eighth of the body, cut horizontally, with lines that leave the rest of the body easily imagined. The suggestiveness is not pervy; in fact, it creates a sense of romanticism. A close proximity to the face portrays a woman as who she is… vulnerable, bare, and her authentic self. The shoulders express emotion and can compliment a laugh. They exude nakedness not through perversion, but through certainty of self.

Though other erogenous zones are intriguing, they are disconnected. A waist cutout is flesh, beautiful flesh, but without personality. Shoulders portray the woman as she is.

So pull them shirts down (just a little) and shrug those shoulders with pride. Which, if you’re like me, will be permanently stuck that way because I rarely know the answer to anything.

Deisel.jpgDiesel Black/Gold Resort 2017

 

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