Sexuality for me is a journey and I am exploring it with new eyes. Since recently becoming single after fifteen years, I have an opportunity to create the types of sexual relationships I choose and to express my sexuality in ways that I desire. But it’s scary, because I spent so long keeping it locked tightly away.
As a young girl I knew I was hyper sexual and expressing it came easily. One of my earliest memories is at four years old hiding in the closet with a neighbor friend after a bath. We took off our towels and explored each other’s bodies and it felt very natural to do so.
But quickly I learned that sex—while rampantly (and distortedly) displayed in media—was not something safe for me to express in my life.
I was heavily slut shamed. And the thing about slut shaming or any social conditioning is that after a while, you begin to do it to yourself—only harsher. Continue reading “Sexual Expression is an Act of Bravery”
RHT Stockings, Hold Ups, Fishnets and Affordable Alternatives
Over the last two weeks we talked about everything to do with fully fashioned back seamed stockings in Part 1, and garter belts and more in Part 2. Now to complete our 3 part series, we move on from the iconic mid-century pin up to subtle sophistication, chic modern comfort and affordability.
Reinforced Heel and Toe (RHT) Stockings
Reinforced Heel and Toe stockings—or RHT as they’re called for short—became popular in the early 1960s. They’re made in much the same way as fully fashioned stockings, but instead of being knit flat and then sewn together creating a back seam, RHT stockings are knit directly into a three dimensional tube, eliminating the need for a seam.
Women in the 1940s and 50s would have greatly desired such stockings with no seam. Today a darker contrasting back seam against a lighter stocking is a very popular and glamorous vintage look, but ladies back then would have preferred the seam to blend into the leg.
Continue reading “The Sensualist’s Guide to Stockings – Part 3”
In high school I learned that boys love it when two girls kiss. It drives them wild. Once one of them dared me to kiss my best friend. And I could never refuse a dare.
“Do you want to?” I asked, expecting her to say no.
“Yes.” She nodded.
We French kissed. It was juicy and sexy and sensual. Kissing a girl is not like kissing a boy. There’s no rough stubble or angular jaw. Just silky smooth skin and baby soft lips. We did it for them, but I liked it for me—a lot. Which at fourteen was not something I was willing to admit.
Continue reading “I Kissed a Girl”