If you asked me if I own any black underwear six years ago, my answer would have been “No.” Black underwear.
It just makes me giggle thinking about it. What do you think of when you think of black underwear?
The first time I ever heard of the whole “black underwear only means one thing” was my first year in college. And that day, my shirt was see-through and I was wearing black stockings. But from afar, looked like a freshman in blank panties. Yup.
Mind you, then, I was inexperienced, naive. “Innocent” for the lack of better terms.
Apparently high school students then (and now) were engaged in alcohol, drugs and sex. Where was I? My circle of friends (at the time) and I were a bunch of nerds. Well, I am still a nerd. We were different in a good way.
Just a group of straight-edge kids.
That changed, though.
My college friends witness the “innocent” piece of me. They witnessed the first time I was drunk. The girl who seriously asked, “What are blue balls?” The girl who was the one of three who was a virgin at 18. And, I remember vividly when I had to sing “Like A Virgin” in front a group of people.
Damn, on blast.
Back to the whole black-underwear-thing. Now, I own one or two. And it’s an underwear, not a laced thong. An underwear.
Finally, six years later.
It’s a symbol for personal growth and my openness to talk about my dating life and sexuality. Over the years, people have witnessed me grown into this young woman.
Some may say I’ve changed drastically or don’t even know who I am anymore. If I met me today, I wouldn’t know who I am either. I, we, all have encountered experiences that altered us in some way. Minor or major.
I wouldn’t say I am entirely a new person. Just grown up. I love who I am today. Sure, I’m crazy sometimes. And often, I don’t have a filter thought-process, but overall, I would say I am pretty awesome.
The confidence came with age, too by the way!
What inspired this black underwear post? This thought came up while I was talking to B about dating and sex. Clearly a subject I am fascinated about. A couple of late-bloomers in our twenty-somethings doing what twenty-somethings are “supposed” to do. Explore. Live. Enjoy!
So back to the statement: black underwear can only mean one thing.
Happy Hump Day, Readers! Pun intended.
*Artwork done by S.