This is it boys, girls, and non-binaries!
We are finished with the Thirty Days of Kink (that I have somehow successfully stretched into, what, 50 days?). This is the last of the questions and answers. If there are any questions that remain, I welcome any and all mail with inquiries or personal accounts to discuss personally or on the blog. (Dare I say “fanmail?” No, no. I should not be so full of myself at this stage! Although… *grins*)
Anyway, here is the final installment of this uhm… series, I suppose. (I am almost getting tearful about being done… Almost.)
Thirty Days of Kink
– Day Twenty-Eight –
How do you dress for kink/BDSM play? What significance does your attire have to you?
Uhm… No… Yes… I mean… er…
Well, truth be told, I don’t have a pre-selected, pre-determined attire for my activities in the kink department. I wear a uniform every day to go to work, I would rather avoid the uniforms in my sex life (although I do have a military uniform fetish… but more on that in a future post). I don’t mean that I will not don a uniform if I find it sexy, I mean that I will not wear a certain item of clothing every single time. I do have certain things that appeal to me, but I really don’t need them to get my kink on.
I do wear different things in different situations in a way however, and I find it all depends on the image I wish to project overall.
In Public (Sexy Parties, Kinky Events and the like)
In events and parties, I like to dress to impress. I like to be lazy and slob around when I am at home and no one is around. However, I always want to prove that I clean up very well. This is due in part to the fact that I have enormous self-confidence issues and that I feel the need to prove myself.
I always try to outdress people, to be the most gorgeous, or to gather the most attention at an event. It is super selfish and arrogant on my part, but it is a strange coping mechanism I have developed over years of bullying and difficult times in high school. I am not proud of it. I keep feeling this urge to demonstrate to myself and others that I can be worth something, that I can be pleasing to look at.
As a result, if you meet me at a party, you will find me wearing anything from corsets, dainty lace, evening gowns, leather, jewellery, etc. Essentially, someone tells me casual, I go cocktail dress. Semi-formal? I try formal on for size. Formal? I will wow everyone with a vintage ballgown from Europe because I can. Seriously, I have a wardrobe fit to meet the Queen of England just sitting in my closet, waiting to be called upon. I also possess an arsenal of black/gothic clothing, pin-up dresses, corsets, dainty laces and lingerie, furs (real mink and fox, sorry guys – they were inherited), and period clothing. I am well equipped to flabbergast an audience.
I think it is my theatrical side. I’ve loved dressing up since I was a child and I adore being the most dramatic person in the room, even though I kind of hate myself for it.
Shit. This is more complicated than I thought…
In Private (at home, in the bedroom, where only persons privy to my personal life can see me)
I wear whatever happens to be close by. I am very lazy at the best of times, which is why I am grateful I have a uniform at work (I don’t have to pick and choose what to wear – dressing up for a party takes me hours!).
This means that, yes, sometimes I sex it up in my work uniform (think air hostess). I find the neck-scarf particularly practical in its alternate usage as a blindfold. *wink*
Otherwise, you will find me in anything Continue reading