In the least perverted way possible, I am here to talk briefly about how much I love when you can see the cut of a woman’s underwear through her clothes.
Like, dang.
Actually, any hinted-at or partially-exposed undergarment. The top edge or strap of a bra; the v-shaped outline of underwear where a dress hangs on hips.
Yes, I know. Unfair and unwanted and undeserved sexualization.
But what I was called to write today. Sorry.
Also written on this day...
- digging out & digging in - 2010
- a fitting homage - 2009
- like a switch flipped - 2008
- the older, balding set - 2006
- there is not nobody out there can play like metallica - 2005
- you're just chicken - 2004