On Glamorous Undergarments & Seduction

I am a great proponent for a dose of daily glamour, although I realize that my own style may be uncomfortable for others. One thing I absolutely cannot understand, however, is the appeal of Spanx and similar shape wear, which in my opinion, is completely unglamorous and inexcusable. I realize that "girdle" has become an ugly and taboo term, and that the idea of having steel boning in your shape wear is frightening to a  lot of women. However, vintage shape wear is (in my opinion) infinitely more glamorous than its modern counterpart. Pretty colors, frothy fabrics, glamorous lace, and sensual silhouettes. Nothing kills the mood for seduction more quickly than a pair of plain beige biking shorts. For your own sake, even if no one even sees your shape wear, at least slip into something that makes you feel pretty and you aren't embarrassed to show off...should the occasion arise. You never know when and where a seduction will take place, why not be prepared and open to the possibility? The last thing I want is to be foiled by my unsightly undergarments. One thing I deeply believe in is that you should, on a daily basis, seduce yourself...a piece of dark chocolate, a sophisticated cocktail, a steamy bubble bath. This may sound narcissistic, but I assure you, when you feel good about yourself you can face anything. 

Comrade Von Pussycat

Glamorous and functional shape wear!

They Call Me The Exotic (Erotic) Fetishist...

Today I had an eye opening conversation with one of my longtime friends. She told me that she wanted to reveal to me her deep, dark secret. When she revealed this dark secret, the words came out so solemnly and a shadow of panic crossed her angelic face. I was enveloped by mirth at her confession - not due to the absurdity of it all, on the contrary, the irony of it all struck me immediately - and once again, serves as a confirmation of what I have suspected all along. You see, a long time ago, back when I had acquired the newly minted title of "seductress", I discovered how liberating it was to torture and torment. Bruises, bitemarks, and clawmarks...I loved them all. I fondly remember gently applying NARS "Belle du jour" (how appropriate!) over my tender purple pout and looking in the mirror and giggling to myself. I wore that bruise as a badge of honor...every time I licked my lip it reminded me of that night of passion. It sounds more sinister than it actually was. I may have been more prone to developing this pattern of seduction due to my sordid past with men, however, I find that the older I get, the more I see that women are more adventurous than they were earlier in life. I perpetually felt that I would be judged harshly if I confessed my secret to a girlfriend when I was younger. Now, however, I am the one they are confessing to. The art of whore - it is a part of every woman - however small the fragment may be...

Comrade Von Pussycat

This is why I adore Dita!

Dishabille!

Louis Vuitton Fall/Winter 2013

"One is not born, but rather becomes, a woman" - Simone de Beauvoir

I haven't written a personal update for a while, so I thought that, for those of you reading and for my own personal enjoyment, I should write something of importance. Well, this may only hold significance for myself, but writing is one of my favorite pastimes, so here we go.

These will just be random bits of information I failed to mention here.

Flowers from an admirer:

I must have made quite the impression (unintentionally!) on the company flower man who comes to water the flowers every week, because one morning when I was filing paperwork, he came up to me holding a beautiful violet orchid, he held it out to me, and asked, "Would you like to keep it?". Ever since, he comes to my desk every week to check up on my orchid (which I named "Gilda"), and has brought me a replacement orchid every time I need one. I feel slightly bashful that he gives me so much attention, but what a beautiful feeling it is so receive flowers from an admirer. Beauty is both a curse and a blessing, incredibly unfair, as well as fleeting. I might as well enjoy these small things while they last, even though I usually feel undeserving of such attention.

The guy at Starbucks

I usually go down to the Starbucks in my building where I work to get a morning cup of coffee, and the people there are getting to know me. One young man, with beautiful latte colored skin and swirls of dark chocolate hair, when writing my name on that little paper cup, looked up and locked eyes with me and asked, "Does the name "Bettie Page" mean anything to you?"...my bright coffee colored eyes crinkled into a smile, and I answered, "Why yes, I adore Bettie!". He told me that I remind him of her. Even though I don't don the signature "Bettie" bang, I really took his compliment to heart. I don't try to imitate anyone, I just try to be myself, but if I by chance am channeling someone as great as Bettie, I'll take it!  

On becoming a woman

For the past few months, I have been on a diet. I eat as much as I can, and then a little more. After a bout with...I can't call it anorexia exactly, I guess it was stress induced weight loss...I severely abhor skinny. I am 5'5 and when I lost all that weight I was down to 110, all skin and bones, and I didn't even recognize myself when I looked in the mirror. It took me about 6 months to gain enough weight to feel somewhat recognizable again, however, I still was not satisfied. I am now up to 135, and my measurements are 36-25-36. I finally feel like a beautiful woman, and an abundance of flesh does not scare me the way it usually does other women in this society.  I have learned that my body does not look good "skinny", and I never want to go back to that skeletal frame I was 2 years ago. I enjoy having noticeable hips, and prominent breasts ( D cups! they are a beast to contain sometimes...I am not going for provocative, especially at work!), and if my thighs touch, I don't give a damn! I apologize for this blog turning into everything Sophia Loren (hopefully you don't mind, I mean, how could you, she is the epitome of "woman"!), I really enjoy finding women who embody...for lack of a better word...my body ideal.

In other news, I am waiting to receive my first order of What Katie Did stockings...I got the polka dot ones, nude with black seams, and nude with coffee colored seams. I think that will be the perfect way to celebrate achieving my body goals...and it was just my birthday, too! I have to get better at taking outfit pictures, I just get so self-conscious sometimes! 

Comrade Von Pussycat