Dear readers, have a look at this letter from a worried ‘girlfriend’.
If you don’t want to follow the link, here’s a quick
summary.
Girlfriend is worried that her boyfriend is gay because
he likes to wear her panties under his work suits.
The great Doctor responded by saying that it’s unlikely
that he’s gay but may be showing that he is a cross-dresser.
Wrong with a capital W, Dr. Stephenson. Wrong with
another capital W from some of the below the line contributors who either find
this appalling or continue with the old adages about cross-dressing.
From my own very wonderful experience, your man wanting
to wear your undies is NOT a sign that they are a cross-dresser. It doesn’t
mean they are about to reach for your nearest bra or your favourite stockings
and skirts.
What it means is that they like having something of you
close to them in a possibly quirky but utterly delightful way.
One of my fondest memories of my lover is receiving a
text from him to tell me that he was not only wearing my panties, but was also
wearing my tights on a cold day in February. My response? Reach out for the
dildo and give yourself a delightful orgasm as you consider the wonderment of
this man’s sexuality and his desire to be close to me even when I’m not with
him.
I also have many photos of him dressed in an array of my
lacy lovelies, with his bits in and out. They are extremely erotic photos and
ones that I will treasure for the moment in which they were captured. There’s
nothing kinky or dirty or coarse about it. In fact I felt it was one of the
most loving things ever done for me and with me.
Wearing other people’s underwear is absolutely not a sign
that someone wants to cross-dress. I would have worn my lover’s undergarments
if I’d ever been given the opportunity to do so, and I hope that he continues
to wear my panties should the desire take him.
Open your minds, lovely people, and start making those
lovely sexual thoughts into reality. Wear each other’s clothes if it suits you,
don’t think of it as a rocking great crime because it damn well isn’t.
And don’t think that just because your bloke likes the
feel of lace against his own skin, possibly as a reminder of the delightful
arse and cunt that is usually in it, that he is somehow deranged.
He’s not, and neither are you for enjoying it.
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