This season, I'm sharing my Merry Titmus tradition—a sweet, funny celebration of womanhood, cookies, sparkle, and the joy of dressing up for *yourself*. From Thanksgiving to New Year’s, may your days be warm, your cookies perfect, and your heart full. Sending love from me (and Bleep!) straight from tretaylor.com‍ ‍**Merry Titmus, darling—keep shining.**

Annual Merry Tit-mas Edition

Written by Tré Taylor & Bleep the Tattoo, Patron Saint of “Are We Leaving Yet?”
Category: Behind the Transformation · Festive Feminine Power, Free-Range Tatas & Seasonal Shenanigans

🦃 Thanksgiving:

“Do I REALLY have to put these girls in a bra?”

It started on Thanksgiving—as all great tragedies do.

There I was in my van by the sea, basking in the pure bliss of free-range tatas, when suddenly the calendar whispered:

“It’s time to be presentable.”

And from my shoulder, Bleep—that tattooed little taskmaster—began chanting like a tiny foreman:

BLEEP: “Three hours till dinner, woman. Strap the thunder dumplings DOWN.”
ME: “They’re cosmic melons, they answer to the universe.”
BLEEP: “Well the universe wants you to be on time, sweetheart.”

And so began the first battle of the holiday season:
Goddess vs. Bra.
(With the bra usually winning by technical knockout.)

🎉 The Holiday Gauntlet (A.K.A. Breast-Fest Season)

🎂 My Birthday

Sagittarius season hits, and suddenly the girls want to be free, wild, and philosophical.
Chesticles pointing toward adventure.
Bosom buddies yearning for cocktails.

Holiday/Birthday Fun 2024! tretaylor.com

🎄 Christmas & Merry Tit-mas

MERRY TIT-MAS tretaylor.com 2025 — Every year, for over a decade, I have posted *this infamous San Francisco SantaCon photo. Photo taken by Paul McGregor, Pacifica, CA.*
**The legendary “Merry Tit-mas” classic.**

Every year, for over a decade, I have posted this infamous SantaCon—the legendary “Merry Tit-mas” classic.

The annual celebration of:

🎅 Boobs
🎅 Bad lighting
🎅 Questionable decisions
🎅 And peak holiday cheer

It was the early 2000s (ish? who knows), 10,000 drunk Santas roaming San Francisco, and there I was—festive, tipsy, and apparently in the giving spirit.

Some very naughty man caught a shot of me mid-cleavage-flash, laughing like a drunk elf on a layover.
Tasteful. Terrible. Perfect.

A holiday tradition was born.

And folks BEG for it every year.

✡️ Hanukkah 🕎

Give the gelt and free the girls, amen.

❄️ Yule 🌙

Honor the solstice; honor your softness.

🪘 Kwanzaa 🌺

Unity. Purpose. Self-determination.
And also—comfortable bras. (Or none.)

🎉 New Year’s Eve 🍾

Sequins. Lipstick. True Love & Supportive Garments.
A spiritually necessary combination.

🎀 BLEEP: “And yes—it’s Merry TIT-mas. You’re welcome.”

💖 THE TRUTH: WE DRESS FOR OURSELVES NOW

Look—I spent decades dressing for expectation, gravity, society, strangers, stages, and standards nobody could meet.
Not anymore.

Now when I dress up —
when I put on that silky holiday dress,
when I coax the sweater puppies into their glittery containment system,
when I take the gratitude globes out for a stroll —

I do it for ME.

Not for the crowd.
Not for men.
Not for approval.
Not for the algorithm.

But because when I honor my body —
the wise woman, the midlife goddess, the neurospicy cosmic surfer girl that I am —
magic shows up.

Even if it’s $10 for a fancy soda at a fancy restaurant.
Even if I’m broke but radiant.
Even if it’s just me and my holiday hat feeling like royalty.

🎩 It’s the holidays; WEAR THE NICE HAT!

This is non-negotiable.
Trust me.
The hat is mandatory.

🧢 Fedora
🎩 Top hat
👒 Wide-brim goddess hat
🪅 Sombrero
🎄 Beanie with antlers
🎁 Whatever feels excellent

Wear the hat.
Bra optional.
Spirit is mandatory.

🎅 Dear Santa… Let’s Get Honest.

Three questions for every woman rediscovering joy, beauty, and self-honoring during the holidays.

🎀 **1. When was the last time you dressed up just for you—not for work, not for family, not for a date… but simply because your inner goddess deserved to feel delicious?**

🎄 2. What would happen if, just once this season, you let the girls go free… the soft, comfy, utterly braless freedom of being a woman who honors her own comfort first?

**🎁 3. If you could buy yourself one small holiday gift—something sweet, pretty, cozy, or joyful—what would it be, and what part of your soul is secretly asking for it?**

🎁 AND SO… MY ANNUAL HOLIDAY BLESSING:

To all my sisters out there —
mothers, grandmothers, aunties, sages, freaks, hermits, healers, crones, queens, and late-diagnosed neurodivergent goddesses —

This is your reminder:

✨ Take the girls out once in a while.
✨ Dress up for YOU.
✨ You are divine.
✨ You are timeless.
✨ You are holy AND hilarious.
✨ You deserve to feel beautiful—even in a world that tries to exhaust you.

And above all:

🎄❤️ HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE!

May your holidays be full of joy, sparkle, support, freedom, and the perfect bra when you need it…
and absolutely NO bra when you don’t.

With love, music, food, art & fun,

Tré Taylor & BLEEP: “Happy Hanukkah, Merry Christmas, Blessed Yule, Joyous Kwanzaa, Happy Solstice, and also Happy You-Still-Got-It-Girl Day.”

✨ New Song: “Merry Titmus, Darling”

Every December, right when the world starts smelling like cinnamon and questionable sweaters, I settle into my surf-van sanctuary and collaborate with my favorite creative sidekick—my AI muse—to make something silly, sparkly, and full of heart.

This year’s magic came in the form of a song I never knew I needed:
“Merry Titmas, Darling.”

Inspired by my long-running holiday tradition, a legendary SantaCon photo, and the universal struggle of putting on a bra for family gatherings, this song celebrates the divine comedy of being a woman—soft, bold, curvy, classy, sensual, powerful, and always just a little bit funny.

It’s a wink to every goddess who ever fluffed her sweater puppies before a party, who’s ever taken the girls out for a holiday stroll, or who simply wanted to feel beautiful for herself, because she deserves it.

This tune was written by me and my ai assistant with nothing but love, laughter, and a deep respect for the feminine spirit—in all its jiggly, jolly glory.

So grab a cookie, slip into something festive (or don’t), and enjoy this sassy little holiday number.

A cheeky, jazzy holiday swing anthem celebrating feminine confidence, playful cleavage, and the art of dressing up for yourself. Filled with big-band sass, sugar-cookie sweetness, vintage pin-up glamour, and that signature Tré Taylor sparkle, “Merry Titmus” is a flirty, feel-good Christmas joke wrapped in a gorgeous wink. It's the perfect holiday mood-booster for women who want to laugh, glow, and remember they’re the gift under the tree — all season long. With love, mischief, music, and sparkle: tretaylor.com

📜 LEGAL & CREATIVE DISCLAIMER

Song Title: [MERRY TITMUS DARLING]

Lyrics: Written and owned by Tracy Taylor (with AI-assisted ideation via [DeepSeek/ChatGPT]).

Music: Composed using Suno AI under paid subscription (Tracy Taylor retains full rights to derivative works per Suno’s Terms of Service).

Art/Animation: AI-generated concepts modified and animated by Tracy Taylor via Canva Pro (licensed for commercial use).

Shared for non-commercial/personal use on this channel. For licensing inquiries, contact: tretaylorconsulting@gmail.com

Tools Used: Lyrics: [DeepSeek/ChatGPT] (concept aid) + Tracy’s personal edits.

Music: Suno AI (generated) + Tracy’s creative direction.

Art/Video: Canva Pro (AI graphics + manual customization).

Rights Assertion: Per Suno’s Terms (Section 5.1) and Canva’s License Agreement, subscribers retain ownership of modified outputs. This work is protected under derivative copyright (17 U.S. Code § 101).

This song is 100% channeled through the highest Angelic realms, AI-assisted but heart-delivered, and copyrighted in the name of Divine Love (because heaven’s lawyers are thorough).

Listen at your own risk: Side effects may include spontaneous healing, Empowerment, Joy, and the sudden urge to Take A Moment To Remember Why You Came Here in The First Place. Consider it a soul upgrade—no refunds, only miracles."