I don't have much body modesty, at least not about the parts I'm supposed to cover up. Community theater probably knocked out any seeds of this when I was in high school, and I honestly don't remember the last time I wore a swimsuit.
Last week a doctor told me to disrobe from the waist down, and there was some kind of cotton fabric thing waiting on the table for me. I'm so used to disrobing completely and then wearing the little gown that I didn't have a habit for this instance. So when she came into the room, I was sitting on the crinkly paper, bare-assed, with the cotton thingy still folded beside me. I honestly think she was mildly shocked. I almost giggled at the contrast between her not expecting to see me bare when she walked in, and her ten minutes later being up to the knuckles inside my anatomy.
I am grateful for clothing when it's cold out, or too sunny, or when I'm sitting in the dirt. Bras make my life much more comfortable, so when I'm wandering around the house I will often have one of those even if I don't have much else. I am also grateful for clothing when I'm in a mixed-gender mostly-straight crowd with men I don't know. But societal rules about what parts aren't supposed to show... those aren't me.
Last week a doctor told me to disrobe from the waist down, and there was some kind of cotton fabric thing waiting on the table for me. I'm so used to disrobing completely and then wearing the little gown that I didn't have a habit for this instance. So when she came into the room, I was sitting on the crinkly paper, bare-assed, with the cotton thingy still folded beside me. I honestly think she was mildly shocked. I almost giggled at the contrast between her not expecting to see me bare when she walked in, and her ten minutes later being up to the knuckles inside my anatomy.
I am grateful for clothing when it's cold out, or too sunny, or when I'm sitting in the dirt. Bras make my life much more comfortable, so when I'm wandering around the house I will often have one of those even if I don't have much else. I am also grateful for clothing when I'm in a mixed-gender mostly-straight crowd with men I don't know. But societal rules about what parts aren't supposed to show... those aren't me.
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Ah, that explains it. ;-)
I think I'm with you - clothes are for keeping warm, keeping from getting sunburned, or if a particular decorum not defined by me prohibits nudity. Otherwise, I can shuck 'em pretty easily.
One of my fascinations with being male (or not being female, however you want to look at it) is the concept of the bra, or probably more accurately the need thereof. They, particularly underwires, seem torturous at best to me, so I can only imagine how much comfort must play a part in the proper fitting.
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Oddly enough, I've rarely rejected a bra for comfort reasons. Either the cups are the right size or they're not. All the straps are always too big, but I'll tolerate "pretty close" on those until my laziness runs out and I get the sewing machine. Maybe if the cup size is right, then the underwires automatically work properly?
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