Another beautifully brave personal history from a Moot customer. We welcome submissions from anyone who has a story to share. In creating Moot, we aim to share that you are not alone if you love lingerie and have a masculine shape. We exist! Here is a piece of writing from a customer who wanted to share his experience of a life-long love of lingerie. Huge thanks from Moot.
It would be nice to be normal. Wouldn't it? Or would it? Sometimes I think so, but never for long. My wife says I am incapable of being normal. She says I am pathologically driven to go a different way. She often walks a little behind me in crowd just to watch. The crowd goes right, without thinking or looking I go left. It can take me twice as long to get to the right place but, because of it, I get there happy.
My oddness stretches into a number of areas of my life, some more obvious than others. It's not all without logic, not just to be contrary. There are often good reasons, or I like to think so.
This is where clothing comes into it, particularly underwear, especially lingerie.
It comes down to choices. Men have so little. Boxers or briefs. Cotton or microfibre. Women have much more to choose from. Why don't men get different cuts, different fabrics? Where is the soft lace, silky fabric, pretty adornment, straps, ribbons? Why can't we make choices and have something more than just functional? Why can't we wear something that makes us feel just a little bit happier, sexier, prettier, comfier, and more special?
I decided that, for me, I could.
It started years ago, as a teenager, I bought my first thong in a department store. It was embarrassing to buy, exciting to wear and then embarrassing to keep at home. I ended up throwing it away just in case someone found it. I only kept it a few days in the end. It was a men's cotton thong, nothing too racy but it caught my imagination and I had to get one.
Fast forward a few years and I had a collection of men's thongs. I enjoyed wearing them most days and loved them in the bedroom. I also had red marks on my hips where I would buckle my belt in tight so no-one could ever see an accidental whale tail. Only my partner and I would know they were there and I intended to keep it that way.
These days it's fair to say the tight belt is no more. Between low cut jeans, leggings, the gym locker room, the hotel pool and the beach I think the thong secret is out. The lingerie secret is a newer one and that one might not be common knowledge quite yet. From silk french knickers and camisoles to lace bodywear, stockings and suspenders. They all have their place for me. Whether it's a night out, a night in or just a walk to the shops you can be sure I have something nice next to my skin. It may be as simple as a lone g-string or as luxurious as a full matching set, including stockings. But something silky, lacy, gauzy, stretchy, strappy or slinky will be going on.
Despite how the above may read, I don't find it easy to always go a different way.
I lack the confidence to talk about this openly. I can't share this with anyone but a very select one or two. There are some types of lingerie I am still too self conscious to try. It is all a work in progress, work can be fun though.