Wash ,'Serenity'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
(And Fay, didn't you know that when we were thrift-store shopping in SF, I was buying slinky skirts and whatnot for The Boy?)
Well, no, because I wasn't there for the thrift shopping.
t / apologetic.
We pretty much split up on Valencia, and I was a (somewhat inebriated) part of the RunBackToSeeVids!Now!Now! group, rather than the thrifting group. Which is sad, because I did want to do thrifting, but I wanted vids more.
the first thing *he* does is put ON a bra and heels.
This reminds a bit of a lot of the girls (and actually a few of the guys) I've worked with. In archaeology, there is no glamour, at all. Everyone, male and female, wears the same grotty old jeans and t-shirts. In winter, you can't even tell whether someone is male or female because they're so covered up. And so a lot of the girls will go home and change into pretty fancy clothes, maybe even make-up, just to balance out the day. Maybe the boy is just doing the same thing - feeling a bit fancier after a day of beigeness (and he just happens to feel fancy in lady things).
heh. It's been 4 years since I've been able to take off my bra comfortably. Even at night, I wore a bra all through pregnancy and nursing. Which, um, has nothing to do with gender dysphoria. Sorry.
You find yourself in a dark alcove. Crude images of fanfic theory are daubed on the walls
(Playing the LJ dungeon game. This is the best game EVER.)
...oh.
Or it was, before Vily the Cockatrice killed me, while I had no gold pieces and only the Axe of Smallville to my name.
pouts.
And so to bed.
World's oldest jewelry may be 100,000 years old. (That is, the shells ARE 100,000 years old, and may be jewelry.)
Heh. Trust me -- we've had that conversation many times. The first thing I do when I get home is take OFF my bra and heels; the first thing *he* does is put ON a bra and heels.Hee! If you breasts were removable, would you take them off, too? There are nights I would love to just tuck 'em in a pretty pink satin box, and leave them there 'til I needed them.
And so a lot of the girls will go home and change into pretty fancy clothes, maybe even make-up, just to balance out the day. Maybe the boy is just doing the same thing - feeling a bit fancier after a day of beigeness (and he just happens to feel fancy in lady things).That's probably it, Jars. Do the women change into their fancy stuff, even if nobody is going to see them?
This reminds me of a woman I used to work with, who was sweet and funny but also batty as all hell. She was visiting our site and thus staying in a hotel. Here is what she said, "I can't wait to get back to the hotel, take off my bra, take off my wig, and take out my teeth!" It took everything I had to keep it together.
I can certainly understand feeling different in different clothes - just wearing a suit makes me all efficient and productive (in my head, that is) and putting on a really put together ensemble can make me happy to the point of giddiness. if the clothing that made me feel like the me I most want to be was something I wasn't supposed to wear...yeah, that gets me a glimmer of understanding, I think. As much as I can get for the insides of other people's heads, anyway.
Huh. (/Oz) Not sure what to say right now, other than that.
Oh, dear, now I've got "Detachable Penis" stuck in my head.
There has got to be a better way to say that.