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Clean Underwear

I know my underwear is in there somewhere, nestled gently and warmly at the bottom of the dryer. I can see the dryer, it’s on the top row of a long line of dryers. 1,974 more words

NYC

Freedom (part two)

 In one of my recent posts, we talked about the joys (or not) of freeing oneself from the shackles of technology. This post is the same, but with pants. 723 more words

Pantyless in the Street

On a warm summer evening during college, my best friend Kim and I headed for a park to engage in our favorite ritual: chowing down on ice cream while watching people jog. 802 more words

My Week Of Going Without Underwear

by C.J. Asher

I went a week without wearing underwear. This is my story.

Not wearing underwear. Going commando. True Scotsman. Or, as my favorite fictional band Dethklok refers to it as, freeballing: 679 more words

Holiday breakaway 

Even though we don’t leave to go see family for another 36 hours, MrsL has been gracious enough to let my holiday breakaway start early. As I was heading up to bed she followed me and unlocked the Steelheart and told me to leave it off!!! 34 more words

MrsL

“A true friend should be like a privy, open in necessity.”

Today is the finest of almost fall days. The sun is brightly shining, only a few clouds drift around the blue sky and the temperature is 71˚. 310 more words

Musings