I ADORE BEING A GIRL!

I’m not entirely sure about sharing this. As I’m typing this on my iPad, it’s starting to hit me that I might lose a few readers. But…and I’m just thinking out loud here…it is my blog. And it is about ME. And, for some reason, I want to share this side of me.

And what is that side you ask? I started this blog to share my obsession with the fabric nylon. Of course, Parachute Pants play a huge part in that. And…again, if you don’t know what parachute pants are/were, go read the Wikipedia entry. Whoever wrote that entry sure did know what he was talking about! Yessireee. It almost could’ve been written by me! (Of course, it was written by me.)

I’ve also revealed my love of lingerie. Underdressing. Wearing nylon/silk/satin pretty lingerie makes me feel awesome. Especially pantyhose, which I wear every darn day. They feel so great. And, if you like wearing pantyhose or any nylon clothing, I highly suggest shaving your body. I’m lucky. I’ve never had much body hair. In gym class, I got teased more than once. Even as an adult, when I had to get dressed in front of some guy friends, one guy said “Dude, you have, like, no leg hair.” Fucking moron. But, that did take me back to how I felt when I was in high school and picked on. This guy was my “friend”, and he wasn’t really trying to humiliate me, but there were other guys I didn’t know too well there too, and I was embarrassed. Anyway…

I shave my legs, arms, and…of course..my face every other day. (I hate this trend of facial hair on every single man in the country!)

All right, I’m a bit of a sissy boy, and I may even be trans. I’m not sure. And I’ve stopped trying to label myself. What gender am I? Well, I know what’s between my legs. But I also know how I feel. It’s the same way I’ve felt as long as I can remember. Saying I was really a girl my whole life really makes things make sense. A lot. I mean, it totally makes my life make sense and fills in a lot of puzzle pieces.

Now, instead of wasting time researching words, like cis-gender, transgender, gender fluid, etc. etc. etc., I really don’t care about words. I am concentrating instead on how I feel. Like, I’ll wear men’s shorts, with pantyhose, and feel totally amazing when I’m out. You know the kind of person who says mean things to me? NO ONE. That’s right. In all my dressing forays in public, not one person has said a word to me about my dress. No one cares. Well…yesterday I was in line at WALGREENS. My outfit was pantyhose, a short black skirt, a sleeveless t-shirt, a camisole underneath. I wore Stan Smith shoes with peds. Yup, the socks with the ball in back. And, I wore a pink baseball hat. I had makeup on. Not one person in line cared, except for a cop. He was staring. Actually, for all I know, he could’ve been attracted to me. But ultimately, he didn’t say anything.

As time goes on, I’ll get more and more adventurous in blurring the gender line. And, I do hope that I get some comments. Compliments. From cute boys. Heck, I’d even be willing to have boys try to ask me out. Those comments would be great! But I’m not too optimistic. Maybe. But as I said, I’ll get more and more confident to go out with as many “girl” items of clothing I can.

And do you know who’ll comment? Not a damned one. Oh well.

LOOK AROUND YOU

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During warmer months, look around. I notice that tons and tons of guys wear shiny nylon shorts, jerseys, shirts, etc. Okay, they’re probably mainly made of polyester, not nylon, but they feel and look mostly the same.

It’s my assertion that these guys are completely aware of “the nylon obsession,” and they share a part of that, too. Think about it: These guys went to a store, picked them out, maybe tried them on, and then bought them. They rubbed the fabric of the shorts, in the store, between their fingers, and they absolutely had to have enjoyed the feeling. Part of their brain must have responded to the awesome tactile experience silky nylon shorts give. I firmly believe that the thought DID cross their minds: I like the way these feel. I think they’d be comfortable, and probably feel good to wear, too. Otherwise, they would have bought boring cotton shorts. And notice how many guys are either wearing boxers, or no underwear at all, with their nylon shorts. They have to like, or at the least, be aware of the feeling of the smooth fabric on their crotch. (I hate that word, too!)

If you know guys who seem to always wear silky nylon shorts, jerseys, or basketball pants, it is my belief that those guys have The Nylon Obsession. If they wear nylon shorts or pants, or even Under Armour gear, they must be wearing them because either they like the way they look in the nylon-esque clothing, or they like the way it feels against their skin. I’d bet anyone that if you could look through their underwear drawer, you’d find more than a couple pairs of silky briefs, or satin boxers. Why? Because now that they’ve started their own fetish for nylon, they want that feeling on every part of their body. It must be a conscious choice on the part of the individual to seek out nylon clothes. When a guy has more than one pair of nylon pants (i.e. Under Armour, wind pants, etc.), odds are he has his very own case of Nylon Obsession.

So, it is my firm belief that boys/men are absolutely aware of the silky, slick feeling of 100% Nylon, and truly like the way it feels. They like it A LOT.

It’s all a part of The Nylon Obsession.

THE NYLON OBSESSION BEGINNINGS

First off, I’m a guy. I’m 39. I’m straight…….ish. But Of course, everyone is welcome here. Except haters.

When I was ten, I helped out at the neighborhood video store.

One day, this guy walks in wearing the first pair of heavy nylon shorts I’d ever seen. They were red. I couldn’t figure out what was so cool about this dude’s shorts. He was exactly my age, and had nice tan legs. His shorts, to me at the time, looked like they were made out of plastic. They were very stiff and the guy had to keep flattening them down after crouching to look at the lower shelfs. I was completely transfixed.

Yes, I looked like a dork staring at this guy. But he came up and actually introduced himself to me. “Hi. My name’s Christian.” We talked a bit. He was, in fact, my age. He had just moved here, etc. I kept sneaking looks at his shorts. Eventually he said goodbye and left. I brought up the subject to my coworkers. “Hey, did you see that guy?” No one seemed to have noticed. Mark said, “The guy who you were talking to?” Well, I really didn’t want everyone to think I was gay, so I laughed and related our boring conversation. After, I casually said, “Did you see his shorts?! They were, like, made out of plastic or something.” By this point, my friends were starting to get annoyed that I was still talking about this guy’s shorts. At this point I didn’t yet know what NYLON was. At this point, my obsession began. But, not too far away, would come the world’s most amazing fashion fad.

.This Is Not Me.