[May 21st 2025 – A day before this post] Being back after a few months away and back to the pool. Which I was initially ecstatic to find as thongs were confirmed to be ok, but yet clientele and close quarters detracted heavily from the win.
I’ve only had a handful of sessions over two months, so far, due to not feeling up to going. This was due to several reasons – one of which was the weather being ridiculously cold as to chill not only the body but the soul as well. Apart from this the though and preparation of going to the pool was demotivating to say the least. Part of which had to do with the pool where thongs have a green light don’t have the ideal environment or people to feel.
This is coupled with of course the mental set back I’ve had since being told in my previous pool that I couldn’t be wearing something that “shows in the back.”
While during this time, there might’ve been a tiny bit of jitters, and not much excitement from finally being able to wear thongs at the local pool, the attitude was mostly of being free and confident in what I was wearing for the most part.
During the last month or two, it’s mostly been thongs that I decided to stick to, as wearing it wouldn’t have meant any higher victory or attainment. However, not wearing it would be lowering oneself, for that not so lofty position.
So the other day, I decided to go with either one of my smallest rio suits, or a fuller back racer bikini. For some reason I went with the racer back, which was possibly 3/4 back as it seemed to have a fuller coverage up front (still shapely and minimal) and had a nice shape at the back.
Having it made it out to the pool didn’t feel too great, even after coming off a full day streak of being highly productive. In the pool was one older man, who was surprisingly in a Speedo and what seemed to be the regular mother watching her son doing swim lessons and the statuesque swim instructor. There was also a woman in the pool in a one piece suit, which was quite cheeky to a wedge thongish at the back who was up and out of the water almost immediately after I went into the pool. This was the typical, towel dress person who apparently went straight to the changing room after. So the prude permeate lingers still.
Further an older woman in a one piece was also seen in the hot tub.
After the obligatory few laps, it was up and off to the sauna, which was populated by the typical grunt male. Spent nearly 15 mins, did some stretches and just as I was about to leave, the older woman came into the sauna.
I went back to the men’s changing area, showered, went to the locker to change. There was someone off to the other side and another person who came in shortly after, who seem to just placed themselves perpendicular to where I was changing. The three men so far seemed to know each other and seemed to form the typical miasma found in the cramped locker rooms.
This is another detracting part of this pool. The locker rooms are so small that gym goers, alongside pool goers (who are mostly adorned in knee length swimwear proliferate if you don’t go at the earlier of hours.
Altogether, possibly the dullest point of ever going to a pool. The swimwear didn’t feel as snug as I wanted to and having been ill, a bit out of shape didn’t help matters, along with the usual mental drudgery or life and responsibilities.
I figured this was the ultimate point where everything I used to find invigorating and excitement about swimwear and thongs is all but snuffed out. But thankfully a bit of spark has return today. How it fares, who knows. But a slight positive inkling feels like things will recover to the point of braving the self doubts and being able to staunchly be bold in front of low-life and lowbrowed individuals.
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