The Indians have it right - we are two spirit people.
Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 9:25 am
Hum..This is a dissertation on panties - Of matter and panty-matter as the Lazy Crossdresser says.
interesting...I slept in my t shirt and briefs of course I grew up this way being influenced by a military father who never wore pajamas unless it was freezing weather. The other strange thing is I learned to tuck my t-shirt into my briefs as if I were wearing a shirt. We are not boxer short people we wear briefs with the stupid fly in front that is never used and is irritating because if the briefs are too big or loose - well it sticks out which is irritating, I have learned that I like firm support, do not understand boxer briefs with everything just hanging un supported and then your jewels can be caught in the seam and cause considerable discomfort - never understood why men would prefer wearing boxer style underwear.
Anyway I suppose briefs were the fore runner to fly less briefs which are ...well very little different than female panties! Now panties come in a multitude of feminine colors - yeah feminine colors pale pastels pink, baby blue white black medium blue, pale yellows, tans...and there are different styles full granny panties, hipsters, bikini, thong, "boy-shorts" which I tell you no boy who is not a transvestite would ever wear! There are silk, nylon, cotton, lace, edging may be plain or lace, or a muted lace and the edging has elastic to keep everything smooth. There are also different prints floral, butterflies or whatever. And these are just woman's panties the combinations are seemingly infinite. Until you see the full plain white cotton panties women tend to wear when they no longer care and pack on the pounds! Ba-Donk...Ba-Donk! ewe!!!! Disgusting - looks like two pigs fight'in in a tater sack and when she passes each guy she passes goes - eyahhhh!
Still another thing is that the extra layer of cotton material is in the crotch not in the front for extra absorbancy with the only seams being at the sides and right in front of the crotch or gusset and right behind defining the panties as women's panties. Oh...and don't forget women may put sachets to give scent to their delicate items women are heavenly bodies!
Anyway I slept in my underwear not lingerie. got up and did my male grooming, shower with Irish Spring, shaved using my double edged razor with the single blade one my father had stuck in a can with military stuff in it and old medals, military can opener and lighter... This is an antique! And the Pawn Shop guy is right all you need is a single blade - 5 blades were $1.59 instead of $14. bucks!!! the blade is indeed easily rinsed and works every bit as well as the stupid 5 blade razor that costs about $9.00 on average! I have found that technologically advanced things sometimes have severe drawbacks that the older technology never suffered from - like the pixels and the freezing and skipping of DVD's and CD's that never occurred on VHS, Cassettes, and 8 track which were indeed an advance over vinyl records which were a step above wax cylinders which negated having to hire a musician to follow you around in your carriage.
So I got up this morning and did the usual male grooming with not a thought or desire to cross. I put away the big pink bath puff, pulled the pink razor off the shower wall and the pink soap and put it under the cabinet. Put the wire brush in the drawer and put the standard black male comb on the vanity top. and got dressed I did note - I should remove the top coat from my toenails but did not want to take the time and effort that would involve which is easier than removing a colored nail polish because it is clear.
I marveled - I feel like my normal male self with no desire to even think about feminine things let alone any desire to dress that way. I thought about that picture my sitter showed me of her sitting on a fireplace hearth with the fire burning in a pretty skirt and top, she is such a nice lady, and is an attractive person. I suppose somehow it encourages me to be a man..."Act like a man!!" "I am a man...senator..." I wonder at all of this biologically why? Why. I have been very curious and have wanted to experience all the sensations - all of them...that women feel, dress as they dress, etc...and I think I know as much as it is possible for a man to know what it is like to feel like a woman to some outward degree though by no means mentally which is of course impossible for us even with a sex change because we are not and will never be a woman, we are born with a male brain (not sure about the trans folks out there but my brain has a penis I suppose figuratively - is wired that way and influenced by testosterone, or whatever it is that makes our wiring and use of our brains to be on a plane front to back rather than in a plane side to side toward the frontal lobe where all the executive functioning exists.
So here I was and still am when I realized taking in some visual stimuli of women's shoes, and seeing the ladies on TV that like the computers that state "intel inside" I have transvestite inside. I am a transvestite it may not define me, it may not be anywhere near the majority of who I am but it is most definitely part of who I am as a person. I get inklings of desire and thought and before long I may turn out fully dressed bejewelled, made up, wig, lingerie, dress, heels, stockings, perfumed, and in utter reverie as if I am soaking in a relaxing hot bath feeling fully in sync feeling feminine and dressed that way and fully identified and desiring full acceptance and understanding and inclusion as a person who is very like a girl if not one indeed. The highest degree of rapture would be to be accepted into the company of women as a woman or as someone who is very like a woman who wants to enjoy being considered as and included inside the circle of women. Sharing interests with women, and the things they like to do. Strange...This is who I am I suppose the Indians have it right in that we are two-spirited people it really does describe my two exclusive states of mind. When I am one, I am not the other... Thought of the day among others...
And nobody knew his name...or is interested in reading this anyway. Long and boring. but it is my thought of the morning this morning before I move on. Grocery day - ratz!
interesting...I slept in my t shirt and briefs of course I grew up this way being influenced by a military father who never wore pajamas unless it was freezing weather. The other strange thing is I learned to tuck my t-shirt into my briefs as if I were wearing a shirt. We are not boxer short people we wear briefs with the stupid fly in front that is never used and is irritating because if the briefs are too big or loose - well it sticks out which is irritating, I have learned that I like firm support, do not understand boxer briefs with everything just hanging un supported and then your jewels can be caught in the seam and cause considerable discomfort - never understood why men would prefer wearing boxer style underwear.
Anyway I suppose briefs were the fore runner to fly less briefs which are ...well very little different than female panties! Now panties come in a multitude of feminine colors - yeah feminine colors pale pastels pink, baby blue white black medium blue, pale yellows, tans...and there are different styles full granny panties, hipsters, bikini, thong, "boy-shorts" which I tell you no boy who is not a transvestite would ever wear! There are silk, nylon, cotton, lace, edging may be plain or lace, or a muted lace and the edging has elastic to keep everything smooth. There are also different prints floral, butterflies or whatever. And these are just woman's panties the combinations are seemingly infinite. Until you see the full plain white cotton panties women tend to wear when they no longer care and pack on the pounds! Ba-Donk...Ba-Donk! ewe!!!! Disgusting - looks like two pigs fight'in in a tater sack and when she passes each guy she passes goes - eyahhhh!
Still another thing is that the extra layer of cotton material is in the crotch not in the front for extra absorbancy with the only seams being at the sides and right in front of the crotch or gusset and right behind defining the panties as women's panties. Oh...and don't forget women may put sachets to give scent to their delicate items women are heavenly bodies!
Anyway I slept in my underwear not lingerie. got up and did my male grooming, shower with Irish Spring, shaved using my double edged razor with the single blade one my father had stuck in a can with military stuff in it and old medals, military can opener and lighter... This is an antique! And the Pawn Shop guy is right all you need is a single blade - 5 blades were $1.59 instead of $14. bucks!!! the blade is indeed easily rinsed and works every bit as well as the stupid 5 blade razor that costs about $9.00 on average! I have found that technologically advanced things sometimes have severe drawbacks that the older technology never suffered from - like the pixels and the freezing and skipping of DVD's and CD's that never occurred on VHS, Cassettes, and 8 track which were indeed an advance over vinyl records which were a step above wax cylinders which negated having to hire a musician to follow you around in your carriage.
So I got up this morning and did the usual male grooming with not a thought or desire to cross. I put away the big pink bath puff, pulled the pink razor off the shower wall and the pink soap and put it under the cabinet. Put the wire brush in the drawer and put the standard black male comb on the vanity top. and got dressed I did note - I should remove the top coat from my toenails but did not want to take the time and effort that would involve which is easier than removing a colored nail polish because it is clear.
I marveled - I feel like my normal male self with no desire to even think about feminine things let alone any desire to dress that way. I thought about that picture my sitter showed me of her sitting on a fireplace hearth with the fire burning in a pretty skirt and top, she is such a nice lady, and is an attractive person. I suppose somehow it encourages me to be a man..."Act like a man!!" "I am a man...senator..." I wonder at all of this biologically why? Why. I have been very curious and have wanted to experience all the sensations - all of them...that women feel, dress as they dress, etc...and I think I know as much as it is possible for a man to know what it is like to feel like a woman to some outward degree though by no means mentally which is of course impossible for us even with a sex change because we are not and will never be a woman, we are born with a male brain (not sure about the trans folks out there but my brain has a penis I suppose figuratively - is wired that way and influenced by testosterone, or whatever it is that makes our wiring and use of our brains to be on a plane front to back rather than in a plane side to side toward the frontal lobe where all the executive functioning exists.
So here I was and still am when I realized taking in some visual stimuli of women's shoes, and seeing the ladies on TV that like the computers that state "intel inside" I have transvestite inside. I am a transvestite it may not define me, it may not be anywhere near the majority of who I am but it is most definitely part of who I am as a person. I get inklings of desire and thought and before long I may turn out fully dressed bejewelled, made up, wig, lingerie, dress, heels, stockings, perfumed, and in utter reverie as if I am soaking in a relaxing hot bath feeling fully in sync feeling feminine and dressed that way and fully identified and desiring full acceptance and understanding and inclusion as a person who is very like a girl if not one indeed. The highest degree of rapture would be to be accepted into the company of women as a woman or as someone who is very like a woman who wants to enjoy being considered as and included inside the circle of women. Sharing interests with women, and the things they like to do. Strange...This is who I am I suppose the Indians have it right in that we are two-spirited people it really does describe my two exclusive states of mind. When I am one, I am not the other... Thought of the day among others...
And nobody knew his name...or is interested in reading this anyway. Long and boring. but it is my thought of the morning this morning before I move on. Grocery day - ratz!