fat bottomed girls

walking today from the overcrowded high end streets of soho . . . happily escaping . . . making my way back to the modest overtly-hipster sidewalks of my lower east side home.

i stood waiting for the crosswalk's signal to change from red hand to walking man.

or at least for the traffic to pause long enough to jaywalk.

as i watched for my chance. something pulled my attention away from the traffic.

actually, it captured the attention of every person walking by.

we were riveted.

not by the spirited soccer match taking place in the field across the street.

but by the scene on the basketball court next to all of those striped jerseys.

there. in the absolute middle of the day. were about thirty women. sitting on bicycles. wearing nothing.

their round backsides facing our faces. as they sat. perched on their bikes.

the light changed. and we all eagerly crossed to get a closer look. this was unusual and intriguing enough to encourage some uncommon and unpracticed rubbernecking.

a man stood atop a tall ladder. with one of the largest cameras i've seen. focusing on the bevy of big bottomed beauties.

we all stopped. blatantly staring. and only with these unblinking stares, did we discover these women were in fact not nude. but wearing nude colored full-body leotards. with nude colored thongs. and nude colored bras.

this caused us to pause even longer. dumbstruck. simply out of further confusion. those leotards were a total mind fuck.

i think the teenage boy standing in front of me was particularly disappointed.