I do not get high on some plant called a cannabis plant
i use a plant and the smell of herbs to tune myself into our universe
the same as do Christians who pray and sing
same as my fellow Wiccians in chants and spells
and same my fellow zen, yoga and kabalahic praticioners and same as those of us who know better then to call ourselves anything other then what they are.

I should have my religious right to what i feel to use to bring me closer to that which is the nameless and wordless
because its not any word that we call it but is what the word described.
if you find this brother or sister and feel the same way
let me know
m420james@Gmail.com

Then he says he wears pantyhose and nylons “with my wife’s permission”. Unlikely, and why does he need permission anyway? Perhaps this is necessary with shaved legs in public.

These stories can on one level be amusing, but on another they are profoundly sad, making you wonder just why anyone feels the need to write this kind of stuff on forums, when a little thought shows it to be a wish-list of unfullfilled fantasies.

So many ‘tights’ stories are really just spinning a yarn.

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Of course, I didn’t stop and, eventually, my folks gave up and I continued to wear my silkies openly. Although dad was still less than thrilled, mother would faithfully launder my pretty pastel-colored undies and return them, fresh and neatly folded, to my underwear drawer. Of course, for me, this underwear, although silk, was a second rate substitute for women’s panties. Not surprisingly, whenever possible, I would sneak a pair of my sister’s silk panties, a pair of which my mother eventually discovered stashed away in the back of my closet when I was in 11th grade. Of course, this led to yet another father/son lecture about “girlishness,” but at least I was still able to continue wearing my pretty Munsingwear rayon underwear; something I did throughout high school and college.

During my first year of graduate school, I finally gave in to my “panty urges,” and replaced all my male underwear
with women’s nylon panties in an entire rainbow of colors. To this day, in my mid-70s, I am able to wear panties 24/7 with my wife’s and family’s complete acceptance and also that of a number of my closest friends.

Most recently, I have begun to wear pantyhose and thigh-high nylons–again with my wife’s permission. In fact, she was all for my wearing them, even with shorts in the summer, because she said they made my legs look so much better, especially with my legs shaved. This has been one of the more liberating experiences of my life; to be able to wear hose openly. In fact, I wore my nylons with shorts on our extended vacation this summer totally without comment from those around me. In addition to ministering to the feminine component of my personality, my legs feel so much better and tire less easily.

My hope is that more and more men will “bite the bullet” and have the courage to wear whatever they want to wear…be it panties, hose, skirts or whatever. Let’s be who we really are and let the chips fall where they may.

I really hope that the women who like men in hose will become more vocal about it. The more women there are that say it’s ok and sexy for men to wear leg wear, the more you will see guys come out.

I’d guess and say 90% of male wearers are shy to admit it openly. Ladies, we need your help.

This world would really be a better place if more men were helped to connect with their softer side. And it’s kind of difficult to act like a male macho jerk if you are wearing pantyhose and frilly panties.

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