A man who loves bras will soon find that he is spoiled for choice when it comes to choosing a bra. Does he want to be sensual? Does he want to be naughty? Does he want to choose a white bra which blends with the sheets and is hard to find after a night of passion? The choices are infinite, but our time here on earth is finite, which means some help in narrowing down the candidates is often appreciated.
It is said that a lady in red is more attractive than a lady in any other colour, but how about a man, hmm? Men who wear lingerie seem to have as much of a love affair with red lingerie on themselves as their lady. And why not? Red is the color of passion, of blood, of fire. Designers claim that red is the perfect color for calls to action, for inciting purchasing ‘violence’, if you will. Red lingerie arouses an entirely different kind of passion, passion of a more carnal type.
This article jumps in the deep end, but don’t worry, it makes sense in the end, I promise.
As recently as WWII, European communities had to contend with the possibility of being wiped out. Men went away to war, leaving only the frail, the sick and the young. Upon their return from war, we saw the conception of the baby boomer generation, a generation founded on all important ‘family values’.
When it comes to women’s lingerie, cotton panties lie on the borderline between femininity and innocence. A great many men who wear lingerie wear satins, silks and nylons for sheer sensation, but cotton is also popular in spite of the fact that it is not ostensibly the most sensual of materials. Why? Well, cotton has its own charms, as we shall discover in this piece.
Sometimes wearing lingerie is an act of rebellion. It is a signal that tells the world (subtly, under your clothes) that you will not be a slave to the norms enforced on you since childhood. No longer will you suffer in itchy cotton jockeys which do nothing for you on any level. No longer will you buy into the myth of utilitarian male underwear, no you will wear women’s lingerie and be proud of it! But what lingerie will you wear?
I’ve just added a new story to the collection, a tale of a very naughty little sissy who gets caught out wearing lingerie. Post your feedback in the comments and let me know what you thought.
John made it home early on Thursday night. 3.45 pm, two hours at least before Susan and the kids would be home. He had with him a brown package. It crinkled softly under his arm, so unobtrusive to the rest of the world, but calling him with a voice so sultry, so seductive it had drawn him out of the office altogether.
He shouldn’t have gone of course. He shouldn’t even have the package. He should never have been on the site he placed the order on. But he had been there, he did have the package (which had been delivered at work to avoid any undue suspicions,) and he had driven home shortly after the courier had dropped it off casually at his desk, blithely unaware of the treasures it contained.
Men who wear lingerie. Men who wear women’s clothes. Men who desire to embrace the feminine within themselves. Some dismiss the activity as a perversion, something done by ‘sick’ men who cannot embrace the narrow identity of masculinity they were assigned by their x and y chromosomal make up.
But, one could argue, there is more to men wearing women’s clothing than just perversion. Perhaps, for some men , the wearing of women’s lingerie, and the experiencing of the feminine is one step on the road to enlightenment.
Many men who like to wear women’s lingerie bemoan the fact that ‘the world’ seems to be against men wearing women’s clothing. They’d like it to change, but they don’t know how to make that change. Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on where one stands) for these men, the answer is as simple to say as it is difficult to find the courage to act on.
Loneliness is a terrible pain that can strike anyone at any time. A feeling of isolation, it is possible to feel loneliness even when surrounded with many other people. (Yeah, I just explained what loneliness is as if you’d never heard of it before. Bear with me, it gets better.) Men who wear lingerie are prone to a certain type of loneliness that manifests in them feeling separate and ‘other’, sometimes even when in a lover’s embrace.
I wrote this tirade about handbags for women, but they were too busy curling their eyelashes and breaking nails to pay proper attention. Perhaps you men who wear lingerie (and possibly, depending on the results of my recent poll, other items of women’s clothing), might enjoy this piece about handbags.
So here’s an interesting question. How far do you men in lingerie go? Is it a matter of slipping on a pair of panties and that’s all? Or have the panties lead to stockings, bras and other types of lingerie? Has your lingerie been a gateway into a who world of women’s attire? Having sampled the joys of a chemise, do you long to slip into a slinky dress?