March forth of new experiences and sensations. Of claiming what’s been sanctimoniously denied for so long. Of breaking the shackles of outside repression and the twisted self loathing and dejection that’s been forced to take shape and hold. Of molting and being renewed and living life on your own terms.
The growing impetus to feel free and good in wearing just a thong has been slowly simmering and have been taking tentative, but assured steps towards expressing “bottom freedom” while at home.
So far, the most daring attempt was walking into the upstairs foyer while in my thong to hang up my towel on the hand rail leading upstairs after showering while the mil is sitting in the adjoining living room, on the opposite end. Here, the sofa is positioned at the door sized entrance and pointed at the TV. The view at the periphery wouldn’t let you see anyone, but the movement or sound might possibly lead to a quick turn if needed.
Apart from the indoor excursions to be free, there’s been talk of going to the beach where I figured the most I would dare venture would be wearing my rio backed bikini, which was the same cut I worn the first time I made a reverse “breakthrough” of wearing a swim brief in a public beach with the in-laws. Reverse, as even though it took the tiniest bit of nerve, after wearing thong swimsuits for nearly half decade, it seems like a few steps back. But at least it would rekindle the dynamics to be just in a rio bikini at home or while sauntering around.
But even the rio cut suit was given the go ahead by my wife, and also the only one I can wear with the extended family, this time I was told it was tiny, like what a child would wear. The vacillation is beyond funny at this point. Also even wearing anything slightly more skimpier (only a cm to a few millimeters of less fabric in the back, or possibly highlighting the front area) wouldn’t be OK, let alone a thong.
And beyond that, thongs wouldn’t be ok as we’d be in a “family” setting and we’d be going somewhere where there would be religious people.
I was taken aback as usual with that, but time and experience has tempered my defensiveness and didn’t go into a full dejection of feeling completely overruled and not feeling as positive or driven to attempt to wear a thong. I’ve somewhat acquiesced, and have surprisingly more understanding compared to the last time when I was told I couldn’t wear a thong. Thinking about the backward beliefs and notions that certain religious people would have made me realise there might be something there, and also the effect on my wife and mil from others perspective of what I would be wearing.
But that hasn’t fully dampened my spirits or drive and the rio is just the baseline and I would fully bring along a thong type suit. The fact of the matter is life is too short and after decades of being repressed and not being able to enjoy simple freedoms or enjoy your body, it’s imperative that living life on one’s terms is of the utmost necessity. Plus the fact that having worn swim thongs at the local pool is a litmus test of what is possible here.
Now the feeling of being in just a thong is not one of apprehensiveness or dejected apathy, but more of finally feeling in my element and feeling normal, but at the same time enjoying the sensation and naturalness while being able to do common things like writing this blog post. [ incidentally, just had my concentration broken by a large buzzing bee or something ]
And while sitting in the office at 4:08 am with just a thong and no other clothing available to be worn, doesn’t feel like I’m on edge or nervous where I’d panic if someone had woken up or entered the room, but feel like almost the most natural feeling of being comfortable and calm. And being able to walk back to the bedroom or bathroom somewhat non-nonchalantly and matter of factly while being casual and collected. Well just as I usually would be while fully clothed.
It would need to be highlighted that at this early hour on a Sunday morning, the chances of anyone being up, fully awake and in their senses and going about their normal routine is next to nothing.
But even so, at the break of their slumber and just at their ambulatory state, with their bedroom doors open, I would be brave enough to walk two and from the bathroom in my thong. Or from the bathroom to hang up the towel on the staircase leading up to the next floor, or to hang up my hand washed underwear in the balcony past the living room, then back to the staircase railing to hang up the towel and back to the bedroom to get dressed.
The drive is palpable and fully encouraging and energizing.
So with that I leave this post and regardless whether we make it to the beach or not, or what transpires, I will continue to be positive and push ahead to create the life I envision.
