Eugene TS Wong’s Emancipation

30 oct. 2005 1:57 PM

I just recalled a hosiery story that might amuse some of you. On the other hand, nobody said anything, so it might bore you to tears.

At the end of September [or maybe October] of 1998, I and friend went mushroom picking in the forests of the interior of BC. These mushrooms get sold to Japan as delicacies.

To keep warm, I wore support hosiery under jogging pants and an outer shell. For this particular day, he wanted to cross a river, hoping that most people couldn’t be bothered to do it, and thus it would increase our harvest.

On the way back, we ended up tipping the canoe. To keep the story short, I was in the river for about 15 minutes and had hypothermia. 1 of the locals tried to get me warmed up. To do so, she made me get out of my wet clothes. She just pulled it all off. Nobody said anything about my hosiery. Her son, probably in elementary school, had to take my clothes and put them in a garbage bag. I’m pretty sure that he saw the hosiery.

Some other people lent me clothes while I tried to warm up. While I was warming up, she was attending to me to make sure that I didn’t slip into unconciousness. It’s interesting, because even though things were pretty serious, I took time out to notice her opaque hosiery, which appeared to be quite nice.

I was taken by ambulance to the hospital because they wanted to make sure that I didn’t suffer any problems. At the hospital, 1 of the paramedics needed to pull some medical information out of my wallet. After getting my permission, she looked through the wet clothes and must have seen the hosiery. She never said anything about it.

Later on, I saw her in a local Zellers [like a Walmart], and greeted her. She was wearing opaque hosiery at that time also. Her son was also and giving me weird looks. Maybe he was still uncomfortable about seeing a guy wear hosiery?

That’s about it.

I’m glad nobody said anything about anybody’s hosiery because it would have probably been inappropriate. I believe that in moments like those, it’s better to focus on the emergency.

27 oct. 2005 9:08 PM

My brother and I worked through a lot of problems, and spent a lot of time communicating and trying to be considerate towards each other when we spoke. At the end of the discussion, I had the chance to bring up the topic of hosiery. Now, I’m going to wear hosiery again!!! Yippee!

He wasn’t offended. He isn’t offended. He is still very uncomfortable with it, but I’m going to wear it when I’m not around him, and I told him that. He isn’t too uncomfortable with opaque hosiery and “waist socks”, but still advises me to not wear sheer hosiery. He recommends that I get away from it all together, but I’m not going to. I’m going to continually try to make hosiery go mainstream so that I can get away with it.

So, tomorrow should be the first day of me wearing in such a long time. Maybe I should wait till Nov. 1, so that I can say that I waited a whole 2 months. :^D I like doing things like that. :^)

Please don’t get me wrong. It isn’t about older brothers giving permission or allowing me to do things like this. It’s about me trying to be considerate of others, and going far beyond the call of duty. I value the opinions of others. I want to win people over. I want to let people’s opinions affect my actions. He’s a great guy. It’s worth it. It’s all about people and relationships. That’s why I put this under “Romance and Relationships”.

Some say that life is too short and that we should try to be happy; or something like that. I say that life is too short and that we should try to win over as many people as possible.

I’m also excited about this, because it shows me that I can get what I want and please people too.

My next goal is to get more people wearing hosiery. This blog was intended to be about me wearing hosiery and my experiences with other people. I suspect that I will still journal about it, but not as much until things change.

Thoughts? Comments? Questions?

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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I used to take figure skating when I was 5 & 6 years old. My mom thought it would be a good idea. I remember when I found out that my friend had to wear pantyhose. I laughed at him. Afterwards I found out that I had to wear pantyhose. All of a sudden it didn’t seem so funny. Later on, I discovered that I had to wear a pumpkin costume for the Halloween performance, and thus I had to wear pantyhose as well.

When I tried it on, it didn’t seem such a bad idea anymore. I remember my brother and I running around the kitchen floor, sliding this way and that.

After that, I never wore hosiery ever again, until I was a teenager, when I tried on my mom’s hosiery.

After that, I never tried hosiery ever again, until I was about 26. In that situation, I decided to just walk in to a department store and ask about them.

My first pair was a 20 denier, day sheer, off-black, pair of Secret hosiery. I bought this in a grocery store where I expected nobody to go to. I was quite nervous. I was so thrilled to have them. I think that I remember the smell when I opened the package. It was so sweet and beautiful.

My next pairs were support hosiery. I felt that they would help me since my legs hurt. I later figured out on my own, that I just needed to exercise more.

I’ve tried various brands. My favourites are Wolford. I’ve tried their men’s waist socks, and used them in place of dress socks. They are very nice.

Since my beginning, I’ve gotten used to just shopping around for hosiery and buying it without being embarrassed. I’ve found a very positive response overall from the women. I’ve never really spoken about it to men, except for online.