More Details Of Last Day In Hosiery
28 sept. 2005 2:15 PM
Here is a thread posting of my last day in hosiery. I posted it in the LAUF forum. I thought that I would provide it here, so that there is more information for those who are curious.
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Well, today had to have been the worst and the best of the outings.
I took transit as usual and seemed to get less stares. I didn’t make a big effort to keep track of things while I was walking, so I won’t comment further on the walking and transit portions, other than this small point. When I was waiting at a bus stop, a bus went by in the opposite direction. A young woman on the bus pointed towards me. As the bus passed me, she continued to point. I was kind of uncomfortable, until I realized that she was pointing at the same angle in the same general direction which means that she was pointing beside me. I then suspected that she was pointing at the trees behind me which were trained to grow along the fence. These trees looked very unusual. She could have been looking at me, but she probably wasn’t. This reminds me of the joke about the guy at the baseball game who heard the name George being called out.
The worst part was after I got home. I was dozing off on the couch, when suddenly the door opened. It turned out to be my brother. I was so hoping that he wouldn’t come in further, and would drop his kid off and run, but no, he decided to stay and chat a while. At this time I was wearing Comfilons and shorts. I had a bad feeling about this because I didn’t expect him to really like the idea of men in hosiery. I decided to keep still and quiet. What shocked me was that he never said anything till he got close. That was bizarre. Anyhow, it turns out that he forgot about when I told him before and brought up a couple of the same points as last time. I basically kept it simple. I told him that I like wearing hosiery because of the feel of the fabric and the pressure on the legs. He felt it was almost like crossdressing, but the way that he phrased it showed that he didn’t think that it was crossdressing. He pointed it out to his wife, but she shrugged and basically said, “I don’t know.”. I honestly wanted to avoid the situation because he just wasn’t ready for it. I think that it was hard for him because he strongly wanted me to fit in with his peer group; and in his world, shoes, clothes and hair are *huge*. Well, it looks like I’ll have to hide it for a while to let him forget once more. :^)
Anyhow, there is good news. About a week and a half ago, a young attractive woman did a documentary about views on life. I was 1 of the people that she interviewed. She’s hoping to sell this to the stations. I didn’t wear hosiery, and I’m fine with that. Today, I had to drop off some photos of myself at her house. I was hoping to sit and chat for a while. Fortunately, I got the chance. It was wonderful to sit with a beautiful woman, to talk with her about topics that we enjoy and to wear hosiery with shorts. At the end, as I was leaving, I checked to see if my hosiery made her uncomfortable. She didn’t have any problems with it. She thought that I wore them to keep the sun off of my legs. I find that so humourous because I would have never even brainstormed that up. That part of the outing was so worth it.
That’s my day.
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Well, he came back to pick up the kid. When he was here, he talked to me about it. The bottom line is that his wife thought that I was gay. He didn’t say what he thought about me being straight or gay. He was really uncomfortable during the talk. I guess that when I went out in hosiery and shorts, I didn’t put enough thought into how he’d react. I knew that he wouldn’t like it, but I didn’t expect them to jump to the “gay” conclusion.
He also doesn’t want me wearing them at all, even under pants.
You know what? As much as I love hosiery, I’m going to try to pull it off. I’ll probably crave it for the rest of my life, but I really appreciate him and his wife, and I want them to be happy. I’m being a bit optimistic and assuming that there will a stronger justification for hosiery.
As bad as this looks, don’t look down on my brother. He is very concerned about my well being. We have an extended family where a couple of the cousins might be gay, and we are concerned about them. So, it’s no surprise that they begin to wonder about me. I’m 32, and never had a girl friend, and have never been intimate with them. The farthest that I’ve gone is dancing and kissing under fake mistletoe. The sad thing is that I’ve been unintentionally called feminine, and have always been weak.
I know how many of you feel about this. Unfortunately, you can afford to make comprises and ultimatums, but I can’t.
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