I Iz So Weird
One of my endearing charms is that I am a total nutter. I am as quirky as all hell, and well known for moodiness. Just ask my poor GF, Sparky. Thank God we, through the miracle of menstrual synchrony, we have our periods at the same time. (File under: too much information from ol' Trap)
Amongst my quirks is a severe underwear fetish. I guess this is something that I as an FTM crossdresser (and this goes for Sparky, too) have in common with a lot of MTF crossdressers.
As I've traveled around the internets, and visited a lot of crossdressing sites (including that big one with the rude bitchy GG moderator who can go scr_w herself), I've noted that there are a heck of a lot of people with penises who wear panties, and have for years. Its a funny ol' world, but I, as person with a vagina, wear men's tighty-whities, and haven't worn panties since 2006. It was a glorious day for me when I boxed up all my panties, took them out to the trash compactor, and crushed the suckers. (I can just imagine the collective shudder that went through the MTF CD audience here).
So, what is it about men's underwear that gets me going. I think its the fact that I find underwear to be the most intimate of clothing. To me, because it so gender specific, more so than any other garment, it triggers something in my brain akin to 'putting on the other gender'. Is it a fetish - you bet it is! And who says that those of us with vaginas don't have fetishes -- poo upon them!
In a very big sense, my wearing of men's underwear of every style from y-fronts to jockstraps defines my masculinity. Its the external manifestation of the internalised boy that I am. Without my y-fronts or jockstraps, I would feel incomplete. God forbid I shoudl ever have to wear panties again.
As to why all my stories have a big underwear component to them, well, its because I write what I know. I write what turns me on. I write what turns Sparky on. If it turns you on, too, I'm happy. If not, that's okay too. Just don't make me wear panties. As to bras ... grrrrrrrr.
Well, Sparky is studying for her Master Degree, and I have to go help her with homework, so I shall leave the subject of bras and my distaste thereof for another time. We may not get much done, as I just did a little shopping for the two us. Oh, Sparky!