Panties and Power

I am wearing my Tuesday underwear tonight, post-shower and in my pjs.

I have discovered that my days-of-the-week underwear are something to the effect of ‘my power underwear’.

It isn’t that they are actually my power underwear, but that they carry a similar space and experience as power underwear might carry.

(My true power panties are actually some of my other style that I typically would wear for being out in the world… and they even kind of rotate around every so often, which ones are the true power ones that fill me with confidence as a woman…)

When I wear the days-of-the-week panties, I am excited and delighted; I have fun as child does; I am released of the big stresses in my life, and reminded instead of the little things that really matter most; I get to laugh inwardly at memories I have from them; and I get to enjoy the fact that I typically wear them not on their listed days, and sometimes intentionally so… basically, I feel good in them.

But they also aren’t underwear that I would wear out in public, typically.

Not that we wear any underwear out while in public, but that I wear them while I am out in public… anyway…

They are more so underwear for myself and for me time… my public underwear are all silky smooth, the no-show and seamless kind… these guys are usually for when it won’t matter about panty lines, because I won’t be around anybody else, and so they don’t matter… and I get to enjoy my days of the week all to myself.

So, yeah… they make me feel like a kid and they heal my adult heart ever so slightly whenever I wear them. ūüôā

Good thing I have on Tuesday tonight – I’ve been needing some love and healing, now that I’m back home, in the midst of whatever this all is right now.

Siggggghhhhhhhhhh…..

Post-a-day 2020

More days-of-the-week underwear fun

Tonight, I put on my TUESDAY underwear after my shower. ¬†While I actually did believe today to be Tuesday at one point earlier on in the day, that was not my reason for doing this. ¬†I considered them for a few moments as I stood over my suitcase, and then reached down and grabbed them with intention. ¬†I’m not certain how to put it, really. ¬†It was, in part, a representation of my distaste for today’s events (and therefore today) and my rejection of today (in a sense), and, in part, my rejection of the standards of days-of-the-week underwear as a means of rebelling against something that feels to be beyond my control with my current experience of time and the specific days of this week. ¬†Also, things were much more hopeful on Tuesday. ¬†Tuesday was a good day this week and last.

Today was the bad one. ¬†Although, to be fair, a lot of good has come out of the ending section of today – lots of love, especially. ¬†When Snapchat (which I don’t even use) and the concern of looking good (someone else’s concern) knock you in the face, it’s really nice to have love show up and remind you that you are great, and that those ideas have no bearing on the situation.

 

Post-a-day 2017

tuesday – tuesday – tuesday

Last night, I went to a dance social in Tokyo. ¬†It was mostly friends and acquaintances, though plenty of other people I hadn’t known before the social last night. ¬†However, they were all adults, which makes the following scenario worth telling (in my opinion, anyway). ¬†As an important matter, know that I wore days-of-the-week underwear yesterday. ¬†And, yes, they were for the correct current day of the week.

At the social, I happened to be wearing a pair of blue linen pants with a drawstring.  As such, they consistently slipped ever so slightly downward as I danced.  With my shirt being longer than the waistband of my pants, that normally would be no biggie.  However, seeing as this was west coast swing dancing, that means that my shirt regularly would get twisted or bunched up a bit, rising above the waist band of my pants for a couple or few seconds here and there.

Now, I normally am not opposed to such little glimpses of my midriff as my shirt-pants combination were displaying. ¬†However, since my pants kept slipping downward, little by little, in combination with the shirt going upward now and then, this meant that the waistband of my underwear was also showing on a regular basis as I danced. ¬†I guess I am not really opposed to this either, as they are nothing sultry, but I guess it is a bit of a social taboo when in certain company. ¬†I digress…

I chuckled when I first noticed my peeping underwear waistband, because, do recall, I was wearing days-of-the-week underwear last night. ¬†“See?” I thought, “I am just so dedicated to my job, that I am even teaching English after hours!” ¬†For, every time my shirt went up, “Tuesday” was visible in clear block letters all the way around my hips.

I shared this thought with a few friends, and we all had a good laugh at the silliness of the situation – that I not only was wearing days-of-the-week underwear, but was unintentionally showing them off to everyone, and found a cute little joke around its happening. ¬†One girlfriend commented, that it was a mighty fine and creative way to teach high schoolers English, removing clothing and showing the English off on parts of the body. ¬†I replied how I¬†could¬†only imagine how much the boys would love learning English. ¬†She then said that even she would be interested in seeing¬†that lesson happen. ¬†After all, who could resist such a unique lesson, boy or girl, man, woman, or +? ¬†I know I’d want to see it, if something like that happened, because that’s just too ridiculous to pass up. ¬†ūüėõ

 

Post-a-day 2017