01-13-2006, 05:22 PM
Clothing is such a fickle matter. Why wait till your on a desert island to be comfortable?
As of late, I have not worn pants now for over a year or more. Been wearing kilts and skirts of all kinds. I especially like the Macabi skirt for men. Also, I am prone to wearing sarongs, lavalavas, kikois, pretty much anything. I simply no longer give a #$%& about what other people think about how I look. Er, well, I never really cared much in the first place, but I wore pants I reckon because I was to stupid to know any better. I must say though... Nothing, and I mean nothing freaks people out like a dreadlocked, beardlocked, skirt wearing man.
Really. It's so much more practical. And more suitable to the male anatomy. After being free for over a year, I have come to realise just how unnatural it is to bunch your self up. It's like Chinese women binding their feet or something. It's demasculating and cruel to do to one's self. Wrong.
Hell, I bet a coconut fibre skirt would be wonderfully breezy in the HOT HOT HOT sweltering Southern summer heat. It may even be better than a fishnetted hemp weave turned in to a skirt.
As of late, I have not worn pants now for over a year or more. Been wearing kilts and skirts of all kinds. I especially like the Macabi skirt for men. Also, I am prone to wearing sarongs, lavalavas, kikois, pretty much anything. I simply no longer give a #$%& about what other people think about how I look. Er, well, I never really cared much in the first place, but I wore pants I reckon because I was to stupid to know any better. I must say though... Nothing, and I mean nothing freaks people out like a dreadlocked, beardlocked, skirt wearing man.
Really. It's so much more practical. And more suitable to the male anatomy. After being free for over a year, I have come to realise just how unnatural it is to bunch your self up. It's like Chinese women binding their feet or something. It's demasculating and cruel to do to one's self. Wrong.
Hell, I bet a coconut fibre skirt would be wonderfully breezy in the HOT HOT HOT sweltering Southern summer heat. It may even be better than a fishnetted hemp weave turned in to a skirt.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."