Hi! It's been a while since I last wrote anything here - lots of changes going on in my life have kept me distracted and away.
The good thing I suppose is that it's given me time to think about the direction I want this Blog to go. I’ve decided to pull back and take a big picture approach to exploring the business of living life as a panty fetishist.
So I’ve changed the name to reflect the new direction... after all, the Blog is all about our obsession with panties.No matter how distracting my life is or how crazy my schedule, all it takes is a woman bending over so I catch a glimpse of her panty waistband, or the flash of white as she swings her legs carelessly open exiting her car and my panty obsession instantly blots out whatever else I’d been doing or thinking of.
I go from zero to fetish in about a nanosecond! But you all know that drill.
We obsess for months and months paying no mind to how our mania may be screwing up our lives. Then we try to rein it in, perhaps even going so far as to purge our lives by tossing our collections of both panties and the other collateral that's part of our other, secret life. Binge: Purge: Binge: Purge...
Have you ever dared to wonder just how much irreplaceable treasure you've tossed along your rollercoaster life? The highs are as extraordinarily high as the lows are low… but after all that… I’m not sure I’m willing to change any more. I’ve grown to like who and what I am.The real question is about how to strike a balance… and how to find peace with ourselves?Join me here for a discussion of our panty fetishist's obsessions.Come on down... the confessional door is wide open!INDY
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Erotic Embarrassment or Panty Betrayal?
What a pleasure to be able to share with you the thoughts of a very good friend, someone I've known since the very early days when I discovered that I was not alone as a frantic panty lover. Steve Post and I have been corresponding since back in the days when we had to use "snail mail" to share our ideas.
Long before we all began browsing the Internet, I first saw his photos in the reader's section of Leg Show Magazine and had to find out more about this remarkable guy and his beautiful wife.
The name he's used on and off again over the years best describes his view of the erotic: "Hiddenviews". What better way to capture what drives us!
I discovered that Steve and I shared a lot about how we saw our world - the world of panties and other lingerie. Though I love words, I quickly saw that Steve had a firmer grasp of language and he also had clearer insights into the erotic needs that drive guys like us.
There is no better voice from the panty/lingerie community than Steve - he is our very own Panty Philosopher.
I am honored to share a message Steve sent to my Yahoo group earlier today. I hope you all enjoy his musings on "Erotic Embarrassment / Panty Betrayal".
INDY
PS... If you enjoy what he has to say, please stop by his Yahoo group: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/girdles/
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"Reading about "geocaching" on http://pantytontine .blogspot. com took me back to my own youthful days… guilt mixed with pleasure… I began to think how the guilt became part of eroticism I now enjoy so much.
I also thought about my spouse and her interests, that spring not from feelings of guilt, but from embarrassment. As I thought more about how my guilt and her embarrassment fit meld with erotic pleasures, the terms "erotic embarrassment" , and "panty betrayal" took hold.
It all goes back to those days of fun at the funhouse I so often reminisce about at my group/blog http://groups. yahoo.com/ group/girdles/ and also of a time when catalog ads for girdles and panties were the mainstay of one's stash of erotic material.
It's ironic that in those repressive 1950's days, women's girdles and panties were so elaborately feminine and sensual in design; it had to make a woman feel ultra feminine, along with some level of desire to show off what they had on. But the restrictions and morays back then also instilled a strong sense of embarrassment about being seen in one's girdle, panty, or even just bra!
As sometimes happens when events and strong emotions become involved with equally strong erotica during one's formative years, the events and emotions become associated with erotica. In this regard, I can understand how a woman who finds it highly embarrassing to be seen in her panties, etc., might finds herself increasingly intrigued by the embarrassment to the point that it becomes pleasurable!
Well, so much for the female side of this, as for the male, this is where "panty betrayal" comes into play. Those of us privileged to have gone through the restrictive 1950's with all the sneaking around to keep one's stash of girdle, panty, and swimsuit ads hidden felt lots of guilt. Even more so, was the feeling that these ads were supposed to be just for women, and that our nefarious use of them might be found out - more guilt!
I guess I could term this male guilt "erotic guilt" instead of "panty "betrayal"- but I have to admit I like throwing in the word "panty" whenever I can. Still, considering the way I like to show off Babs in girdles, panties, etc., "panty betrayal" is a better fit.
The beauty of the two mindsets (the woman intrigued by "erotic embarrassment" , the man schooled in "panty betrayal") is how complimentary they are to each other."
Steve Post
Long before we all began browsing the Internet, I first saw his photos in the reader's section of Leg Show Magazine and had to find out more about this remarkable guy and his beautiful wife.
The name he's used on and off again over the years best describes his view of the erotic: "Hiddenviews". What better way to capture what drives us!
I discovered that Steve and I shared a lot about how we saw our world - the world of panties and other lingerie. Though I love words, I quickly saw that Steve had a firmer grasp of language and he also had clearer insights into the erotic needs that drive guys like us.
There is no better voice from the panty/lingerie community than Steve - he is our very own Panty Philosopher.
I am honored to share a message Steve sent to my Yahoo group earlier today. I hope you all enjoy his musings on "Erotic Embarrassment / Panty Betrayal".
INDY
PS... If you enjoy what he has to say, please stop by his Yahoo group: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/girdles/
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
"Reading about "geocaching" on http://pantytontine .blogspot. com took me back to my own youthful days… guilt mixed with pleasure… I began to think how the guilt became part of eroticism I now enjoy so much.
I also thought about my spouse and her interests, that spring not from feelings of guilt, but from embarrassment. As I thought more about how my guilt and her embarrassment fit meld with erotic pleasures, the terms "erotic embarrassment" , and "panty betrayal" took hold.
It all goes back to those days of fun at the funhouse I so often reminisce about at my group/blog http://groups. yahoo.com/ group/girdles/ and also of a time when catalog ads for girdles and panties were the mainstay of one's stash of erotic material.
It's ironic that in those repressive 1950's days, women's girdles and panties were so elaborately feminine and sensual in design; it had to make a woman feel ultra feminine, along with some level of desire to show off what they had on. But the restrictions and morays back then also instilled a strong sense of embarrassment about being seen in one's girdle, panty, or even just bra!
As sometimes happens when events and strong emotions become involved with equally strong erotica during one's formative years, the events and emotions become associated with erotica. In this regard, I can understand how a woman who finds it highly embarrassing to be seen in her panties, etc., might finds herself increasingly intrigued by the embarrassment to the point that it becomes pleasurable!
Well, so much for the female side of this, as for the male, this is where "panty betrayal" comes into play. Those of us privileged to have gone through the restrictive 1950's with all the sneaking around to keep one's stash of girdle, panty, and swimsuit ads hidden felt lots of guilt. Even more so, was the feeling that these ads were supposed to be just for women, and that our nefarious use of them might be found out - more guilt!
I guess I could term this male guilt "erotic guilt" instead of "panty "betrayal"- but I have to admit I like throwing in the word "panty" whenever I can. Still, considering the way I like to show off Babs in girdles, panties, etc., "panty betrayal" is a better fit.
The beauty of the two mindsets (the woman intrigued by "erotic embarrassment" , the man schooled in "panty betrayal") is how complimentary they are to each other."
Steve Post
Saturday, February 2, 2008
Geocached Stashes!
Someone recently posted an interesting comment on the idea of the Tontine - he suggested we consider 'geocaching' our treasured panties and lingerie.
The idea is to hide your stash in a buried weather/waterproof container and mark it's location coordinates using a GPS. Then if you go missing, a trusted friend (the 'shovel friend' another called him) who you've given the geocached information to can dig it up and in this case, the friend wins possession of your stash.
That is a solution... and it's certainly a bit extreme. But it's a creative, high tech variant of what many of us have done for years when we hide our stashes.
But frankly it's not much different from what I did when I was in grade school and needed to hide my precious Penney's & Sears catalog pages and the one pair of nylon briefs I'd snatched from a wash line, is it?
I had no place in my parents apartment to hide my secret stuff, so my solution was to wrap them in multiple layers of waxed paper and then put them into a tin can with a tightly fitting lid... which I then wrapped in layers and layers of black electrical tape. Not exactly high tech, but for the time (mid-fifties before plastic bags were part of our world) it was all this frantic boy could come up with.
The package was then buried on the side of a remote hill (to limit water seeping) and the spot marked with stones and a small stick from a nearby tree. I'd been in scouting, so I knew how to triangulate the spot using landmarks so I could find it. So much for elaborate GPS technology! But I didn't have to fear an embarrassing grilling from my mother, who I knew would have found my stash if I tried to hide it in our small, crowded apartment.
The downside to that solution and it's high tech geocached brother, is how difficult it is to gain access to the stash when we absolutely need to see and touch that precious stuff. And we ALL need to do that don't we?
Bill Turlock of LLAPA has a wonderful (true) story of the ultimate in buried stashes http://www.llapa.com/tontine.html . This piece was the origination of my thoughts about creating some sort of Tontine... many of you will find it interesting - most of you should find the magnitude of the stash astonishing!
I remember sneaking over to my stash's hiding place every few days, and digging it out... all the while nervously looking over my shoulder to see if someone was watching. I could not be content knowing they were safely stored away... I needed to enjoy those panty pictures (the porn of the 50's) and the neighbor girl's panties. But after opening that container many times, the tape lost much of it's stickyness, and ultimately my stash ended up a nasty, mildewed mess. So much for home grown storage solutions!
But this sort of plan seems appropriate for emergency situations - like the one I went through recently with my friend "P". He feared his wife had figured out where his stash was hidden and he was away from home on a trip. I was able to swoop down and move his (huge) stash, and as a result all is well on the homefront today. I would not however have been able to dig enough holes to geocach "P's" enormous stash in the ground, so he and I settled on a more conventional strategy - I moved it to another public storage unit.
I'm glad that we are putting ideas on the table. This is a good start - it means we're thinking about how we can sanely move our collections safely on to their next owner. I invite you to post more thoughts ... for the more ideas we can collect here, the more likely we will be to find creative definitions for what this Panty Tontine ought to be.
Cheers!
The idea is to hide your stash in a buried weather/waterproof container and mark it's location coordinates using a GPS. Then if you go missing, a trusted friend (the 'shovel friend' another called him) who you've given the geocached information to can dig it up and in this case, the friend wins possession of your stash.
That is a solution... and it's certainly a bit extreme. But it's a creative, high tech variant of what many of us have done for years when we hide our stashes.
But frankly it's not much different from what I did when I was in grade school and needed to hide my precious Penney's & Sears catalog pages and the one pair of nylon briefs I'd snatched from a wash line, is it?
I had no place in my parents apartment to hide my secret stuff, so my solution was to wrap them in multiple layers of waxed paper and then put them into a tin can with a tightly fitting lid... which I then wrapped in layers and layers of black electrical tape. Not exactly high tech, but for the time (mid-fifties before plastic bags were part of our world) it was all this frantic boy could come up with.
The package was then buried on the side of a remote hill (to limit water seeping) and the spot marked with stones and a small stick from a nearby tree. I'd been in scouting, so I knew how to triangulate the spot using landmarks so I could find it. So much for elaborate GPS technology! But I didn't have to fear an embarrassing grilling from my mother, who I knew would have found my stash if I tried to hide it in our small, crowded apartment.
The downside to that solution and it's high tech geocached brother, is how difficult it is to gain access to the stash when we absolutely need to see and touch that precious stuff. And we ALL need to do that don't we?
Bill Turlock of LLAPA has a wonderful (true) story of the ultimate in buried stashes http://www.llapa.com/tontine.html . This piece was the origination of my thoughts about creating some sort of Tontine... many of you will find it interesting - most of you should find the magnitude of the stash astonishing!
I remember sneaking over to my stash's hiding place every few days, and digging it out... all the while nervously looking over my shoulder to see if someone was watching. I could not be content knowing they were safely stored away... I needed to enjoy those panty pictures (the porn of the 50's) and the neighbor girl's panties. But after opening that container many times, the tape lost much of it's stickyness, and ultimately my stash ended up a nasty, mildewed mess. So much for home grown storage solutions!
But this sort of plan seems appropriate for emergency situations - like the one I went through recently with my friend "P". He feared his wife had figured out where his stash was hidden and he was away from home on a trip. I was able to swoop down and move his (huge) stash, and as a result all is well on the homefront today. I would not however have been able to dig enough holes to geocach "P's" enormous stash in the ground, so he and I settled on a more conventional strategy - I moved it to another public storage unit.
I'm glad that we are putting ideas on the table. This is a good start - it means we're thinking about how we can sanely move our collections safely on to their next owner. I invite you to post more thoughts ... for the more ideas we can collect here, the more likely we will be to find creative definitions for what this Panty Tontine ought to be.
Cheers!
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