It was a full weekend; beyond First Friday, it was all accidental. kumazuki and I went to the Heart of America Leatherboy contest, which I has forgotten was happening. Then a fun little after-hours. Yes, there is an *eg* attached to that one. Last night, I discovered quite by accident that Missie B’s has redesigned their upstairs bar and the schedules hours of operation resulting in a good possibility for a quieter men’s space that is very leather and kink friendly. I will do what I can to support it. I haven’t feel like too much of a participant lately due to a tight budget.
Of course, the deals of the DAV were on the list prior to Kuma’s return to Wichita. That said, nothing in this set of photos is from yesterday’s purchases.
The studio two doors down from me is empty. It has been for months now. A potential new tenant just fell through, I learned this past Saturday. I take the photos there; mostly because it is a huge wide open space that is nicely finished; partially because my space has fallen to such disaster that I am inclined to just stop taking photos for all the work it has become to clear out room for the shot.
Moving on: I feel a struggle to keep it kinky when I get dolled up; I feel I am falling back to the same gimicks time and again. This time, it is just the septum tusk and oxblood boots. I works, I should find more comfort in that. Otherwise, I am quite happy with it. The overcoat was last week’s find. A wool blend with sleeves plenty long; that is a nearly irresistible feature for me these days. Lengthening sleeves is an ordeal. I can tell this for the pile of jackets stacking up waiting for the fix. The overcoat is roomy at the waist, almost in a maternity feel, but I prefer to think of it in terms of a sixties jackie O style. Is that too gay?
The look isn’t anything new, except for the accent color. Maybe I am already sick of the winter shill I enjoy so much under other circumstance. I have been full of thoughts involving warmer colors. The tie is Lands End; I scored it a few weeks back and almost wore it three times. I am really sold on this silver-toned sweater-clip-as-tie-accent. I hope it is becoming a signature style and not just a one-trick-pony thing, as I have plenty of tricks, at least one of which would love to dress up as a pony, but I digress…
The vest is insanely snug and well-made, so I don’t have to worry about popping buttons from wearing it like a corset. Yay! for that. The sport coat has appeared before (but not in any work-safe images until now…). The camel hair/wool/nylon blend feels incredible to the touch. Having touched it all night long, I should know.
The lapel pin is my shiny little snowflake. Yes, again I know… gay! *giggle*
The grey wool blend trousers fit obscenely. They made me quite popular. (okay, they just adding to it some…) The pinstripe was a great contrast to the plaid of the vest and the paisley of the tie. I am happy to find my comfort zone in the middle of all those textures.
My apologies for the lack of undergarment images. I took the photos before going out, so there was no undressing during the shoot (beyond the overcoat) and I was in an open space, so no shots while dressing… To offer details: this weekend with Kuma also found some deals on over-the-calf nylon dress socks. I wore a grey pair which felt great pulling against my calves whenever I walked. A white a-shirt and navy blue nylon square cut briefs finished it off. The nylon briefs feel great but are confining, in good and bad ways. They hold in the package snugly, reducing the over look of the bulge. They feel great though. I can say the best of both worlds was reached once I pulled my front-end business out of them and zipped back up. Yeah, time for another *eg* All this refinery does nothing to cover up the tramp inside… LOL Dolly was right, it does take a lot of work to look this trashy.
It was said on a few occasions last night: this is my new bondage. This is my new fetish. Conscious thought turns me on and choosing to dress upward is arousing to me. It appeases my exhibitionist, my tactile cravings, my attraction to confining, snug garments and introduces an entire new sense of being naughty when I get dirty in the "good clothes"… None of this even includes how much more affordable they are then regular jeans and t-shirts, which are designed to fit so poorly these days, anyway…
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