Give me just a little more time

As you may have noticed, my postings on this blog are somewhat irregular. And i have to admit (with shame!) that the quality of both text and pic´s have been on a slippery slope. The reason for this is of course lack of time. When i started this blog i had much more spare time for writing, not to mention a lot of old pictures. Well, both time and pics have been scarce lately.

I still enjoy wearing ladies lingerie under my clothes everyday, and i try to squeeze in the opportunity for a photosession, but editing, writing and publishing takes a lot of time that i

don´t have. But i finally did have a rest and decided to put together a short film made up from pics taken of me in a red suspenderbelt and knickers. Red undies are so great! When i´m President of the world i will make a law that everybody in the world will have a free red suspenderbelt* . It´s a wonderful garment. Please enjoy.

(you might consider to lower the volume on your computer, because i also added one of my favourite songs)

* of course, after making sure that everybody has abundant food, and water, freedom of expression and right to education and such. But the red sussie for everyone is one of my goals.

Nice flick, or? And now for something completely different. No, just kidding, of course we´ll stick to the subject of transvestism-fetischism. Lately, i browsed my bookshelves and looked att Guy Pellearts old book "Rock Dreams" (text by Nik Cohn). I havent opened this book för ages, but the painting of the Rolling Stones in drag made me remember when i first understood my sexuality was different. I wanted Bill Wymans underwear. This picture, and also the covers of Roxy Musics first albums (yes, i´m that old!) made me realize who i was. I must have been 12

or 13 at the time. And years later, i still try to copy the way Bill Wyman looked in the painting and having a good time while trying.

But i wonder what would have happened if i hadn´t seen this painting? I think it made me more prone too accept myself.

Intials BB

I´m so excited about my new ginghamcheck lace knickers. They feel so incredibly good, are very very sexy and gives my bum a 50´s pinup girl shape. It´s incredible to wear such lovely garments. I can easily imagine Bettie Page or Brigitte Bardot in these. I enjoyed it, now it´s your turn.

It takes two

K and me have been divorced since 1991, but her moving to my part of town made us realise we really enjoy each others company and since then we have met a lot. Movies, theatre, art exhitions, rock concerts, eating at fancy restaurants, drinking in pubs, sunday dinners with the family, easter and christmas gatherings, a quiet evening in front of the DVD with a bottle of Chablis and Tarantino, walks in the woods, biketrips with a picnic, a late night swim in a lake, friends birthdays... It sounds sickeningly like a romcom, and friends now invite us to weddings and other social functions together because they see us as a couple. I guess most people would agree that this is love.

But me and K have stayed away from the concept of romantic love and sex. Somehow, we didn´t want to fall into that trap. And of course i have told K about my fetischism. She doesn´t mind.

In her own words, "go for it".

But i digress. What i wanted to tell you about happened last week. I had accidentally ordered a pair of stockings that were the wrong size. K showed me her new Bettie Page bullet-bra she was wearing and i then suggested she go for a pair of matching stockings and showed her my new purchase. She looked at the red seamed nonstretch stockings and said they were lovely, but didn´t she need a suspenderbelt?

Of course i was ready ti give her a suspenderbelt ( i have plenty) " Oh yes, there is one that is not my size... You know, shopping on the net is difficult".

Her reply was that i should go to a shop and try the clothes before purchasing, but i explained to her that trying on ladies underwear was not so easy when you are male.

" Well, why don´t you go shopping with me then?"

That was one of the kindest things ever said to me.