So, this whole thing, you know, feminine men in lingerie, it wasn’t some grand statement I set out to make. Honestly, it kinda just… happened. Like a lot of things in life, you stumble into them when you’re looking for something else, or maybe not looking at all.
I remember scrolling online, late one night, probably down some rabbit hole of articles or images, nothing specific. And then, a picture, or maybe a discussion, I don’t recall exactly. But it stuck. The idea just sort of… lodged itself in my brain. Not in a loud way, more like a quiet hum. What’s that all about? Could that even be… comfortable? Or just, different?
So, my “practice” started really small. It was mostly mental at first. Turning the idea over. Thinking about fabrics, styles. What even constituted “lingerie” in this context, away from the usual marketing stuff. It felt a bit like mapping out an unknown territory in my own head. There was a lot of internal back-and-forth, believe me. One part of me curious, another part thinking, “What in the world are you even considering?”
Then I actually decided to try something. That was a whole process. First off, where do you even look? It’s not like stuff is just hanging there in your average department store, not for this particular niche anyway. Online, mostly. And even then, sifting through things, figuring out sizing – that was a mission in itself. Lots of measuring, guessing, and a fair bit of “well, this looks like it might work.”
My first attempt to actually get something was, well, underwhelming. Ordered a couple of pieces. When they arrived, the material felt… cheap on one, and the fit was just plain weird on another. Not exactly the glamorous reveal you see in movies, eh? More like, “Oh. Right. This is just… fabric.” And it goes into a drawer for a bit while you rethink.
But I kept at it, little by little. The “practice” became about finding what actually felt good, not just looked a certain way according to some ideal. Sometimes it was about the softness of the material, other times the cut, how it moved with me, not against me. It was less about ‘feminine’ in a performative way, and more about just… feeling good in my own skin, in something that felt a bit special, a bit different from the everyday. It was a surprisingly quiet experience, mostly.
My “record” of all this? It’s not a list of items or dates. It’s more about the feeling. There was a weird sense of… peace, almost. Like quieting down some internal noise I hadn’t fully been aware of. It wasn’t about making a statement to anyone. Heck, no one else even knew for the longest time. It was just for me. My own little exploration into comfort and, yeah, a different kind of self-expression, I guess. Found out that it’s really nobody’s business but your own what makes you feel alright with yourself. And that, really, was the main takeaway from the whole thing.
