This is a post I’ve been thinking about for a while. Whether intended or not, I’d put it together in my head long before it ever reached any form of readable medium. So here it goes: lingerie and sexuality. I find that in our culture, buying lingerie is strongly linked to being sexual. It’s encouraged on Valentine’s Day, and buying lingerie for your significant other is meant to show intimacy in a relationship. This isn’t why I love lingerie, and I think it confuses a lot of people when they see my vast collection.
“But you’re single,” they say, “who are you going to wear it for?”
And the answer, dear reader, is myself. I love lingerie. I love the delicate lace and bold colors. I find beauty in the satin, buttons, bows, and frills. I love the way it makes me feel, the way it looks, and how I can indulge every little aspect of my personality and fashion sense with a single, inconspicuous garment.
None of my friends really understood why there were always 600 bras (not really- well, not yet) when they walked into my room, or why I owned enough panties to forge a durable tent out of. My mother and sister were the same way; and I can’t count how many times I heard the phrase “Another bra?!” whenever a package came in the mail.
Lingerie means to me what it doesn’t for a lot of people. With lingerie, I can be as bold as I want. I could be wearing the dullest, frumpiest outfit, but underneath I’ve got on a Victorian-style lace and silk longline adorned with decorative pearls and buttons, and nobody is of the wiser. I can wear frills, polka dots, a funky pattern or delicate lace, and indulge every part of my wildest feminine fantasies, all beneath my clothing. I’ll walk around with a smile on my face because on top I’ve got a pin-striped linen blouse tucked into jeans, but underneath I’m rocking a black pin-up style corset. I can be as wild as I want under my clothes because I’m the only one who can see it- and that makes me feel great.
Even in the times when I wasn’t single, my friends would see my legions of lace and wink at me and go “I know who that’s for!”
And the answer has always been the same- it’s for me. It’s mine, my beloved little secret. Some collect coins, others watch birds, and my hobby is lingerie. As a matter of fact, I don’t think I would like my significant other buying me lingerie. Doing so would defeat the purpose of why I wear it, and I can’t say I’d appreciate it if someone put something in front of me that they chose out and asked me to wear it. Of course, that’s just me- obviously this works out for a great number of people, and good for them.
I don’t see lingerie as sexual. It certainly can be, but there isn’t anything obscene or suggestive about lingerie in itself. I started this blog because I wanted to share what I loved. I aim to have that come through in what I write and the photos I take, and look forward to getting creative with things in the future. I’d love to hear your thoughts on this topic, and have a fantastic week.
Until next time,