After work today I’m going to BART from Berkeley into San Francisco and shop for sexy things. Yes it’s for a guy, duh. I wear lingerie and fishnet stockings frequently, but I’ve never bought thigh highs and garters and belts. The appeal of thigh highs and garters and belts is not something I fully understand. I get lingerie and stockings; they feel sexy to me and look sexy on women.
When I look at thigh highs and garters and belts I feel very little. They appear intensely structural not feminine. I’ve been asking my guy friends about it today. I got a lot of enthusiastic replies. Lingerie shopping is something guys actually like to text about.
I asked my photographer friend L about the aesthetic. He replied, “I love lace and strappy stuff but more finely executed. The way a fabric traces a curve is sexy, even artistic. It’s an elegant framing device for said art.” I thought he’d uttered the smartest thing I’d ever heard about women’s underwear. I would award him a panties’ Ph.D..
My friend S should be a poet and only write about lingerie. He said, “Thigh highs! Warm exposed inner thighs. Delicious!” I liked his response so much that I turned it into a Haiku.
Her thigh high stockings!
Kiss warm exposed inner thighs
Delicious! Lips, skin.
My friends J and C mentioned that thigh highs and garters and belts are sexy due to the removal process. C said, “The thing I like most about it is considering the time it will take me to remove them with my teeth.” I do understand the appeal of bodice ripping. However, in this case I’d want the guy to take his time with the intricacies. I wish I could afford the really fancy Italian stuff at Alla Prima in Hayes Valley. It’s so delicate and beautiful.
Overall, I’d say there’s a special sophisticated level of visual appeal to thigh highs and garters and belts. You do not see them everyday. They’re strikingly different. You see a lot of trashy lace in women’s clothing, but the contrast between nicer materials with skin provides another level of tactile titillation. Nobody mentioned that’s it’s a shared secret, which was my romantical idea. Basically, my guy friends know way more than any of my girlfriends about this stuff. Way, way more. Interesting.