Una moring o!
That's how Honey Dame decided that my hibernation must end and I should resume blogging like a human being. Ok ma, I have answered the clarion call. How far folks? Y'all good? The usual excuses about why I haven't been blogging, apply. Thank you. So I don't have a lot of gist for you today. I only really have some questions.
When I was about 15, I got my first thong; a peach, silk affair, from my then best friend JA for my birthday. Since then, I have been a slave to what my mother calls 'pata olokun'. At 15, a thong was a rite of passage. It was one of those things that you got that just made you feel like a real grown up. JA was the first teenager I knew that wore thongs because she had an older sister who had preached to her about the evils of the Visible Panty Line (VPL). So, JA regurgitated the sermon on the mount to me and I got home and looked at all my colourful cotton panties with their prominent seams with disgust, wondering if they knew that they were disgracing me in public. So imagine my delight when I got my first thong. I cherished that peach confection of silk. It was the saviour for my toosh. It would keep me from being scorned in the assembly of women in the know. More importantly, I was saved from the VPL scourge. By the time I decided to retire it, I had worn the threads out of it, fa!
|http://domesouvenirsplus.com/ (My peach thong looked exactly like these ones!)|
The years went by and I acquired more and more thongs (which eventually became known as G-string) and the occasional full panties here and there. I endured my mother's curiosity and scorn about the thong, usually heralded by the question "she pata na le l'eyi bayi? Gbogbo idi e lo wa ni ita yi. O ti wo pata bayi sha?" is this one too pant? You entire bum is exposed. So you believe that you've worn pant? I tried to explain the benefit of the thong to my mother but she stays waving me away. Don't mind her, she's from the 'druss' era.
So my love for the thong continued till date. This post is not even really about the thong but about the derision I have for full panties with seams. I didn't know how bad it was till very recently. Lately, I've been lazy with my pant washing (please, please please, don't judge me jare. There but for the grace of God and washing machine, go most of you!!! ) so gradually, I've used up my stack of thongs and I now have to start on my full panties in the back, back, back of the drawer. I can't tell you how miserable I've been. The other day, I walked past a glass door and I stopped in my tracks, almost causing a human pile up at the entrance of my office. What caused the braking? I saw a panty line PROTRUDING from beneath my trousers. My jacket was too short to hide it. I almost felt like taking off my jacket and tying it round my waist like we did when we got 'stained' in secondary school. I then began to think about it...why was I ashamed that I was basically...wearing pant?? Evidently, that's what it bored down to...I was ashamed to be wearing a full pant. When did I become this person who is revolted by the thought of a pair of knickers lovingly enfolding the entirety of her bum? I would apparently much rather have a string up the crack of my ass. I know when the conditioning started, what I am not sure of is when it took such solid root.
So, I'm throwing it open to the house. Is the VPL such a terrible thing? Why is there a race to eradicate it? All it evinces is that we have on knickers...nothing more...so why is it so hated? Does it denote any thing else to you? Maybe the wearer is a sloppy dresser etc? There's all sorts of things to wear or not wear these days instead of a full panty; seamless knickers, boy shorts, c-thongs, thongs, going commando...anything seems to be better than having a VPL? Is it just the aesthetics or is there more to the annihilation of the panties that cause VPL? Also on the thong/g-string front, do you like them? Do you find them comfortable or wear them due to societal pressures?
Gentlemen that read the bog, please weigh in. Do you find this offensive? If so why? Would it deter you from striking up a conversation with a woman?