Saturday, October 3, 2015

Pants Revisited

  For important reasons I won't mention, I was compelled to try on a pair of jeans when I was with my girlfriends today. I haven't put on jeans/pants in about three years. They fit great. Since I've put on a little weight for medical reasons, I filled them out quite nicely. All my new womanly curves were obvious and on display. My girlfriends all complemented me on how good the jeans looked. 

  I'll be the first to admit that I really, really liked them. A lot. I liked them so much that for a second, I actually thought of getting a pair of my own. But my reason for liking the jeans make me want to steer clear of them. I felt sexy in those jeans. As I looked at them in the mirror, I couldn't help but pay attention to my upper legs. When I turned around, I couldn't help but pay attention to my backside. I seemed to involuntarily enhance the effect with my posture.

  Given how sexy I felt in them--how confident and alluring--I don't want to think about what a man sees. I know that many people say that I shouldn't care if a man lusts over me--it's his own fault for having a dirty mind and no Christian woman in her right mind should care if she's a stumbling block to her brothers in Christ. If I'm honest, wearing certain clothes has never really been about stumbling blocks and the sexually weaker male species. I do care about my brother's in Christ, of course, and their preservation is a secondary benefit derived from my mode of dress. But I wear what I wear because I do not want to be ogled at. I don't want to be lusted after. I don't want people to see my backside, the front nether area or my upper leg. I felt unduly exposed when I was wearing the jeans. Even though I felt delight in the all but foreign sexy feeling and liked the way my backside looked, I felt uncomfortable with how on-display everything was.

  While I was fine with my girlfriends seeing, I didn't want to leave the room and come across my girlfriends' male family members. Not only did those pants show off everything, this was the first time they would have seen me in pants. These were good Christian men and boys--but they are still males and have eyes that notice what wasn't there before. No thanks.

  Today I had confirmed what I had almost forgotten in my skirting routine: The sight of my nether regions--and that includes my upper legs--is private and privileged information.

Saturday, September 26, 2015

Long Time, No Write

   Hello to whoever is reading this.

  It's been a long time since I posted. I hope to start posting blogs here and Youtube videos at ClassyModestVeilin'Lady. More than anything however, I really want to get out of the habit of writing long-winded rambling posts. Looking at what I wrote before I cringe at how drawn out they were. Granted, if I have a lot to say about a subject, I'll write about it at length, but I would like to cut down on my verbiage in most cases. I also want to take my blog in a different direction. I'm still figuring out what that direction is so stay tuned.

  If you're reading thing and managed to like my blog posts despite the wordiness, why not leave a comment and say hello? Let me know there's folks out there :0).

  God speed.

Monday, April 21, 2014

Imma Let You Finish...

Handel, Imma let you finish, but Mahler had one of the best Resurrection themed pieces of all time...of all time.