Feminine Part I
I have never been afraid to be a little feminine. At various points in my life, I have been able to wear women's clothing, makeup, panties (just for J. Rad), and fingernail polish. In fact, every year or so I get to hear my mom talk about the day when I was walking around in a skirt at a band fundraiser carrying my newborn niece. There is a picture of it somewhere that you will not see (the irony of it is that my hair was somewhat long at the time too... Mullets Rock!) Of course I get to hear this story in between all the other goofy things I did as a kid... some of which should be forgotten. Sometimes I cry at movies and sometimes I can even be a good listener. Sometimes I cuddle... but, I usually want some whoopee in the middle of cuddling sessions which reminds me of the fact that I am a normal guy. Though I have outgrown most of those physical expressions of feminism (except for an occasional panty show for J. Rad and the willingness to wear stage make up if ever given the opportunity), I must admit something to the world or the 3 people who read my blog. I wear stockings.
I wear peds... foot coverings made of shear material. My wife encouraged me to wear these after we spent some cash on some leather sandal/shoes that left my feet raw and prone to blistering. But, Peds came to the rescue for me. My feet can breathe and I am happy. They are not visible, but I can snicker at the fact that they are there. My secret is known only to one other person. While I was at a curriculum training session, one of my supervisors was there. In the middle of the session, she had to trade shoes with a nice lady in another department, because her shoes were blistering her bare feet and she had to stand up for the training. Being the helpful person that I am, I asked her if she wore peds while showing her mine at the same time.
Feminine Part II.
The names have been changed to protect the innocent.
Three guys riding in a single cab pickup in a country college town...
Jace (passenger right): Something smells good.
Jim (driver): It smells like apple.
Donnie (passenger middle): It's my shampoo.
