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I thought my toiletries addiction was bad, but now I fear I'm developing an addiction to "mart" stores, as in K-mart, Wal-mart, Target-mart. I went to the K one today (after a nice morning of sex, diner breakfast with a discussion of porn) where I bought more underwear. It was on sale. It's always on sale, I mean, I only buy things on sale for the most part, or at least ridiculous cheap to begin, so I need to stop using that as an excuse. Also, the reason I went into the store was to hunt for a chrome soap dispenser and a catbox scoop, and they didn't have the former and I forgot about the latter until I got home.
I love shopping for underwear and undershirts and socks. I've talked about this before. Lowenstein said she hates it. So I randomly volunteered last week to buy it on her behalf. Which I'd forgotten until I was shopping today and thought "hey, now's a good time to do it." Except what I didn't think about was how weird I would feel browsing through packages of underwear in both the womens' and boys' department (for Manny, cause he's a narrow fella). I mean, at least with the boys' underwear I can pretend I'm shopping for a son, but what's my excuse for women's underwear? Suddenly I had large amounts of sympathy for cross-dressers and fetishists. Well, sympathy is not quite the right word, because I mean, I sort of am one. It just plays out in a different way. In some ways, it felt just like seven years ago when I was going shopping for men's underwear. In other ways, it was entirely different because of that whole "creepy guy" appearance, which is also a little unfair because what if you're a straight-appearing (or not) harmless guy with a fetish? It's hard to differentiate yourself from the molesting objectifying ones.
So I walked around the store with half a dozen packages of underwear in various sizes and genders. And nothing happened, of course. Even when I was actually browsing the women's underwear, though one guy did round the corner and almost bump into me, then did a double take when he saw me examining the packages of "low-ride" and "dip front bikini". I'm still not sure what the latter means.
And now I'll indulge in some other fetishes. Watching some of the new porn that Lowenstein brought over than taking a bath with my numerous good-smelling products.
I love shopping for underwear and undershirts and socks. I've talked about this before. Lowenstein said she hates it. So I randomly volunteered last week to buy it on her behalf. Which I'd forgotten until I was shopping today and thought "hey, now's a good time to do it." Except what I didn't think about was how weird I would feel browsing through packages of underwear in both the womens' and boys' department (for Manny, cause he's a narrow fella). I mean, at least with the boys' underwear I can pretend I'm shopping for a son, but what's my excuse for women's underwear? Suddenly I had large amounts of sympathy for cross-dressers and fetishists. Well, sympathy is not quite the right word, because I mean, I sort of am one. It just plays out in a different way. In some ways, it felt just like seven years ago when I was going shopping for men's underwear. In other ways, it was entirely different because of that whole "creepy guy" appearance, which is also a little unfair because what if you're a straight-appearing (or not) harmless guy with a fetish? It's hard to differentiate yourself from the molesting objectifying ones.
So I walked around the store with half a dozen packages of underwear in various sizes and genders. And nothing happened, of course. Even when I was actually browsing the women's underwear, though one guy did round the corner and almost bump into me, then did a double take when he saw me examining the packages of "low-ride" and "dip front bikini". I'm still not sure what the latter means.
And now I'll indulge in some other fetishes. Watching some of the new porn that Lowenstein brought over than taking a bath with my numerous good-smelling products.
