Spike's Bitches 31: We're Motivated Go-getters.
[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.
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.
NONE THAT I CAN SEE!
t swoops away
Going way back, since I'm just catching up on the internets after a frenzy of work:
I honestly cannot imagine making carrot cake from scratch. That's a lot of grating.
That is why god made food processors.
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.
That's pretty much what I do.
I only really feel myself in jeans or sweatpants. Apparently I'm all about the comfy clothes. I always felt like an impersonator when I wore a suit and heels, and I've only had a few dresses that I remember fondly. That is why I haven't worn a skirt since I started my own business in 1998.
It feels like long ago and far away that I had clothes that weren't me. There is very little in my wardrobe that doesn't feel like me. My wardrobe is also moody. I have things that fit my mood most days . At one point in our lives DH and I fought about my clothes. If it happened now, I 'd just laugh; but at the time, it seemed important. And I think I was still figureing out me at the time He still is occassionaly puzzled by why I won't wear more tailored things, but he does know women aren't made in the shape of a rectangle and so we tend to be a tad harder to fit. But anyway, I can grok the idea that one kind of clothing is more comfortable than another, because it fits with some way the wearer thinks/feels.
There is very little in my wardrobe that doesn't feel like me.
Mine too. I've been actively purging that way recently, just to make sure. So the foofy skirt with petticoats is as me as the wifebeaters or the leather bustiers or the nehru jacket or the empire waist camisoles.
I get different feelings off them, some as low key as utter relaxation, but everything that made me wrinkle my nose in boredom is in a bag waiting to be Goodwilled.
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.
That's pretty much what I do.
A good friend of mine's partner was a D-cup before her surgeries. Now you can't keep a shirt on her. If Gail is bringing people home she'll call ahead. Her GF just laughs at her.
