Underpants! Underpants! Underpants!

[featherynscale]

It was an exciting weekend at EHQ, full of lingerie. Er... sorta. On the advice of opaljax, I went to a shop in Independence called Intimate Designs, which, as one might imagine from the name, sells bras and undies and suchlike. And lo, they did have bras in my size. And lo, I bought some. With panties to match. This has never happened before in my entire life. So one purpose of this post is to put forth to all the local folks that if you wear an unlikely bra size (and I know some/many of you do) that you should bring custom to these lovely folks, because they carry pretty much every possible size, and not just in Industrial Bras, but also in the sort of bra that would make a drag queen go "is this too much?". So that's good.

Following that experience, we arrived back at EHQ to discover that my order of little cherry dressish thing and little cherry stockings had arrived. Fashion shows ensued. triadruid approved. So we are all full up with the drag over here. As mentioned, the first person who acts like I'm a girl now that I have bras and panties that match and stockings and so on, I'm punching them in the kidneys. I consider this notice fair warning.

And then, oh yes, we ventured forth to look at some other people in their underwear, at the Hurly Burly burlesque show. We had some reservation about going, since we didn't know where it was going to be, but breathofgold talked us into it. It was, of course, fucking brilliant. If you didn't go, you have a chance to see some of the performers on Sunday, 1/20. I encourage you to take that chance if you can. breathofgold has a lovely review of the Hurly Burly show here, and I have very little to add. Except this: It is quickly becoming my opinion that burlesque is better when done by large women.

And that's my panty report for the week. ;)

Comments

[lexpendragon.livejournal.com]

As mentioned, the first person who acts like I'm a girl now that I have bras and panties that match and stockings and so on, I'm punching them in the kidneys. I consider this notice fair warning.

Bring it on, girl!

[triadruid.livejournal.com]

Hey, lookit that, a gauntlet, just lying there on the ground...

And here I thought we were friends.

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

That's it, I'm punching you in the kidneys. Of course, I'll have to do it while you're sleeping, because you're a freaking ninja, but still.

Re: And here I thought we were friends.

[lexpendragon.livejournal.com]

Look what you made me do, you made me make an icon!

Re: And here I thought we were friends.

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

Hee... triadruid has one which is very similar.

Re: And here I thought we were friends.

[lexpendragon.livejournal.com]

So I see...

Does this mean we must duel to the death? To the pain? To the pants?

Re: And here I thought we were friends.

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

To the pants, please. Everything's funnier when it involves pants.

Re: And here I thought we were friends.

[lexpendragon.livejournal.com]

There you go, triadruid, your fiancée has committed you to a sparring match: Ninja on Ninja action, winner keeps his pants.

[triadruid.livejournal.com]

 

[lexpendragon.livejournal.com]

Also, seeing as how somehow she's the one doing most of the talking yet you're the one now committed to a fight, I think this proves she's the girl I first asserted that she was.

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

Hell, I figured I was already committed to the fight, and then you offered the other thing, and I thought that would be funny. I haven't committed anyone else to anything, merely expressed a preference.

And if you two want to take your pants off for each other, who am I to stop you?

[lexpendragon.livejournal.com]

See, I envisioned it as the loser was pantsed by the winner.

[triadruid.livejournal.com]

I'm pretty sure there's one way to settle this:
whowouldwin