Rebelling Against Thongs

If male underwear were designed alike that of ladies, and men forced to wear that little underwear item fondly referred to as a thong, you can bet the public outcry would be unparalleled!

Manufacturers of male underwear would have their businesses burned and you would find the designers themselves hung out on corner barber posts much as the witches of Salem were previously burned at the stake for their crimes.

The thong is nothing more than a fancy name for female butt floss. That thing is not a pantie and I do not enjoy having my butt flossed! There is absolutely nothing sensual about pulling that string out from between the cheeks and getting a little whiff of its delightful aroma. Yuck!

I'm still trying to figure out who came up with the idea that this is attractive?

Well damn it I demand my right to be attractive! I want a bikini or a hipster pantie that actually covers my behind!

I want to wiggle or squiggle around a little and actually look like I am wearing something other than a little string wedged up between my somewhat voluptuous buttcheeks.

I want to belly dance for my guy and not feel like I am slowly weaving the butt floss up and down while I am doing it! I want to really and truly be a sensuous woman as a sashay about in my undies!

I consider myself to be a very sensual woman. I am plus sized but my curves are well balanced, and although I'm inching up on fifty, I still see heads turn as I walk by. That makes me feel pretty good.
Problem is that I would like to feel just as sexy in my underwear as I feel fully dressed.

I love to see the look in my guys eyes as I undress in the evening. Lately though, the feeling that I am as sexy as I could be has not been much of an option. Bras are still as pretty as ever but the search for a decent pair of panties has become much more of a challenge.

I have been on the great underwear hunt for about a year and have more than $200.00 worth of rejects sitting in my upper dresser drawer. The problem is that thongs do not look good on me and I find them out and out right uncomfortable.

Unfortunately almost all ladies underwear today, excluding the granny pantie of course, are following this designer trend and are now being designed much narrower in the buttock region much alike the thong. What is a gal supposed to do..........

My options right now are not good. I can have my underwear custom designed or I can create my own. I can modify the panties that I have already purchased into something that I can wear with some degree of dignity, or I can hunt the stores till I find that one or two pair of bikini pantie that are still designed in the old style, or I can continue wearing my few remaining pairs that are now almost threadbare.

I don't want to look old and frumpy in a granny pantie. I want to be attractive too!

Somehow I will escape the dreaded idea that the thong is indeed the ultimate underwear and I will wear a pretty bikini or hipster pantie with its full buttock portion intact. It will happen even if it winds up that myself or some other group of rebelling women have to go into the manufacturing industry to accomplish this.

I feel kind of like Scarlet O'Hara as she holds her hand high and declares for all the world to hear, "As God is my witness........!"

So just for the record let me affirm my stance on the issue of thongs,"As God is my witness.......I will once again wear my sexy bikini panties with full butt portion intact. I will not wear that damn thong!"

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