Pursed Lips

That’s why I agreed to show fellow author Alison Tyler my panty drawer. I tidied up and, yes, I think pink goes well with black leather. Looking at my drawer might have you asking other questions, though.

Like what’s with all the cotton briefs and boxers? Well, I spent the first year of my life in bandages, thanks to a terrible case of eczema on my arms and legs. (Imagine having to have your hands mittened at bedtime to keep from scratching in your sleep. Yuck.) I’ve spent my whole life to the doctor-issues mantra, “cotton only.” Polyesters? My skin can’t breath in them. Wool? Only in coats, over clothing; never, ever directly against the skin.

The eczema routine threatens me only once in a while, usually in the fall as the air cools off and dries out. But I’ve had two systemic outbreaks, pitting me against blotches of itch and ooze so big I had to take oral steroids to overcome them. Thus, only cotton and linen for me.

Look closer at my drawer and you might spy male boxer briefs under the comic book and girlie boy briefs, a homage to my tomboyish default. You’ll see my leather wrist band (right wrist!), exquisite domina gloves for when the wrist band comes off. And the rude-and-crude cum rag? Well, that was a bit of a gag gift. The cock ring and paddleboro badge? Mementos from years past.

But I did make a plant? I confess: I slipped in the copy of The Adventures of a Lesbian College School Girl. Every special drawer needs some naughty reading material, me thinks.

Where was it before I slipped it in for show? Need you ask? In my nightstand. Wonder if Alison will ask to a peek in there?!