Deanna

I love to wear fishnets thigh-highs and garters, corsets, pencil skirts, etc. in public. Andrea and I were discussing this the other day--when men honk at me and make obscene overtures, should this prompt me to swallow myself up in baggy clothes for a while?

I think not. I love wearing clothing that boosts my self-esteem.

But I do have to ask myself why I am wearing the clothes I wear; i.e., "Am I wearing this to be provocative?" Because if I'm trying to provoke, I'm doing a swell job, and should expect the results I am indeed receiving.

Just a thought. What do you lovely grrls/bo

I don't know what makes me tick, but it hasn't been doing its job. Or more likely, it's been working overtime.
I have bipolar disorder, which has to do with the spiraling between manic and depressive. I work two jobs, teach a knitting class at the library, and play the piano. I love penpals, especially my friends from Australia and Slovenia. That about describes me.

What I really want to discuss is the issue of control. I don't know about you, but I need control, and every day, I search for new ways to obtain control.

For a month or two, in the midst of my promiscuity, I tossed around the idea of charging for what I was already doing. Might as well get something out of it, right? (I am mostly lesbian, by the way, and men just don't do it for me.)