Bras are weird.
Really fucking weird.
And when they aren't squeezing you like "I LOVE YOUR DEAD BODY!
": they are erotic.
So fucking weird.
I slept in one and didn't feel weird like I usually do being naked up top in bed.
And oddly comforted.
And sports bras are *not* cool. They want me dead. I barely got that thing on in the car
(it took me 10 minutes to make it work...). And then I couldn't get it off. For 50 minutes. Because there were weird people around for 40 of them. And then it took me 5 minutes to get it off. And then it got stuck and I had to take my shirt off too. Which would have been really weird if anyone that wasn't a friend i would have sex with was watching.
And then I put my nice bra on again. It's a little too short... but I wore it almost all day in anchorage from when my appointment ended.
Yes, I went shopping. It was weird. I love shopping. But it was weird. It was weird because I had to go to 4 different clothing vendors to find a bra small enough for me that was somewhat stately
(black or white). Lots of pink and dotted and striped and weird nonsense... and I don't know why anyone would wear them. Have they no self-respect? Weirdos. I finally found 3 varieties in the Old Navy. Panties too. Haven't tried them yet (washing them first).
I imagine they will be weird. But not as weird as bras. Did I mention the bra I like is erotic? Totally weirded me out to have what amounted to a mild sex toy on my chest in public... but I adapted by being weird and smiling all the time. But then I do that anyway. I'm weird.
I have the most gorgeous chess set in the world now. My gods but it is beautiful. I don't even want to touch it it is so pretty.
And I am amazing enough to be given first-degree data on where to find things and what to do to another woman when the time comes. Which I suppose is kind of weird. I am awesome though, and I don't care what any of you has to say to the contrary
Because I have a bra. And I'm wearing a bra. And I like my bra. And I'm going to buy more of this type of bra on the 15th if I can, and the 29th if I can't. And when I got to the beach cabin 4 hours before 'go time', I slid into bed next to a sleeping boyfriend... said "yes, I have a bra on", and was immediately fondled in incredulity.
What's weird is that I could sleep with it comfortably after wearing it only part of a day. I think I'm in love with a bra.
Now to wash them so I can wear them without store-germs. And fuck anyone that has a problem with me enjoying my new clothes.
I'm amazing