'Honey, you can pull up your pantyhose all you want!'
Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 11:02 pm
Hi all,
This is what Roxanne said to me a couple of hours ago: "Honey, you can pull up your pantyhose all you want!" I've been thinking, these last couple of weeks, about all the screwed up relationships and friendships that I see around me and I realized that ours is a very good one... we get a chance to let ourselves be who we are to a very good extent--I think--and we talk to each other and, especially, with each other; we spend quality time together; we try to give each other the space we need; neither one of us seems to fear the other's "issues" too much and, when we're confronted with those issues, we can deal with it and still talk to each other in the morning... so, yes, given all this, your crossdressing is a small matter to me, one that will never prevent me from loving you and from wanting to be with you. So pull up your pantyhose, already!" Then she grinned.
We were sitting at an outdoor terrasse in a Mexican restaurant close to home, just finishing our meal. I had just told her that I'd picked the wrong day to wear panties and pantyhose under my jeans--sweaty as all hell in this weather--and that I needed to pull up my pantyhose (this last said with a huge grin of my own). I guess I just wanted to needle her a bit with my crossdressing but she sure surprised the crap out of me with her little speech.
Just when I think I've got my SO figured out, she pulls an emotional stunt like this. Next thing I know, she'll be buying me panties and pantyhose, too. Oh. Wait a minute. She did just that, last weekend! Damn! I'm starting to run out of reasons not to be more forthcoming with her in my crossdressing.
The moral of this story: moments of intense emotional honesty are easier to come by if you're sitting in a Mexican restaurant on a hot and muggy evening while wearing pantyhose.
Enjoy the summer, gals! In these parts, it's more fleeting than a glimpse of stocking.
Love,
CJ
This is what Roxanne said to me a couple of hours ago: "Honey, you can pull up your pantyhose all you want!" I've been thinking, these last couple of weeks, about all the screwed up relationships and friendships that I see around me and I realized that ours is a very good one... we get a chance to let ourselves be who we are to a very good extent--I think--and we talk to each other and, especially, with each other; we spend quality time together; we try to give each other the space we need; neither one of us seems to fear the other's "issues" too much and, when we're confronted with those issues, we can deal with it and still talk to each other in the morning... so, yes, given all this, your crossdressing is a small matter to me, one that will never prevent me from loving you and from wanting to be with you. So pull up your pantyhose, already!" Then she grinned.
We were sitting at an outdoor terrasse in a Mexican restaurant close to home, just finishing our meal. I had just told her that I'd picked the wrong day to wear panties and pantyhose under my jeans--sweaty as all hell in this weather--and that I needed to pull up my pantyhose (this last said with a huge grin of my own). I guess I just wanted to needle her a bit with my crossdressing but she sure surprised the crap out of me with her little speech.
Just when I think I've got my SO figured out, she pulls an emotional stunt like this. Next thing I know, she'll be buying me panties and pantyhose, too. Oh. Wait a minute. She did just that, last weekend! Damn! I'm starting to run out of reasons not to be more forthcoming with her in my crossdressing.
The moral of this story: moments of intense emotional honesty are easier to come by if you're sitting in a Mexican restaurant on a hot and muggy evening while wearing pantyhose.
Enjoy the summer, gals! In these parts, it's more fleeting than a glimpse of stocking.
Love,
CJ