Journaling

At my job, there is plenty of "ass time" -- time spent sitting and waiting for something that requires my attention or participation. In a 12-hour shift, I'm lucky if I spend 4 hours actually doing something. I have a few computer monitors at my desk, and the majority of my shift is spent monitoring the data on those screens. There are things I can do out on the production floor, but not many, and not very often. Welcome to mill work. 

Anyway, we're not allowed to bring laptops (or books, for that matter) to work, so that ass time can stretch into boredom very easily.

When we're on night shift, I can stare at my phone, which I do a lot of, but even that gets boring after several hours. My solution to this is journaling.  I keep a notebook in my locker, and every day I bring it into the office and set it under one of my monitors. When the urge strikes, I grab it and start writing whatever is rattling around in my brain. Quite often, the subject of crossdressing comes up. 

Ah, but there's the rub!

I work in an office with 2 other "techs," and various people popping in and out throughout the shift, especially when we're on day shift.

It wouldn't do to have my coworkers reading my journal and discovering my love of nylons, dresses and all things girly, since nobody at this job knows about this side of me. So, I have to be very...diplomatic (read "sneaky") with what I write in my notebook. I can't mention dresses, so I call them vestidos (Spanish) or Robes (French). I most certainly can't mention pantyhose, so I call them medias (Spanish for socks) or Collants (French for pantyhose). I absolutely can't write about doing all the gay stuff I fantasize about doing, so I have to refer to those activities with vague or cryptic language. If anyone were to peruse my journal while I'm away from my desk, there is a very low likelihood that they'd understand what they're reading, at least the full context of it.

While this works to keep my freakier inclinations undiscovered, I would honestly prefer that everyone just know I'm a bisexual crossdresser and write what I really want in my notebook.

Maybe some day. Not today.

So for now, I write in foreign languages and my own little code.  

Still Addicted

Wow, it's been almost 3 years since Ive update this blog! If anyone actually followed the blog, I would apologize for being so inconsistent, but nobody does, so...meh.

Nylon News

My last few posts were about forcing myself to wear pantyhose every day, which would probably drive any normal person to hate pantyhose and everything to do with them. I am not a normal person, as I'm sure you've noticed, and wearing pantyhose every day only deepened my love for the heavenly nylon.

Well, here I am, 3 years later, and so much has changed in my life. In 2023, I was hospitalized with necrotizing fasciitis (flesh-eating bacteria) for nearly a month. The "aftercare" of that condition lasted from early August, when I was released from the hospital, until March of 2024. I returned to my job in October of 2023. 

In October of 2024, I was diagnosed with diabetic retinopathy. My eyesight was poor enough at that point that I couldn't qualify to drive a truck. My employer of 19 years, rather than granting me medical leave to get my condition treated, or allow me to work in a non-driving capacity while undergoing treatment, simply terminated me.  

I then spent the next 6 months applying and interviewing for jobs (including a non-driving job at my former employer), none of which resulted in a job offer, and doing gig work to pay the bills. In April of this year, I was hired by a paper mill, where I've worked since, and wish I'd applied to years ago, but that's a story for another time.

When I worked for my former employer, I enjoyed the freedom of dressing how I liked at work. Most days, I would wear a dress, and it was never an issue. The job I have now doesn't afford me that kind of freedom, which is one of the very few complaints I have about it. I do, however, still wear dresses out in public, on my days off, and that suffices.

One thing that hasn't changed is my love for the heavenly nylon. I wear pantyhose practically every day, whether with a dress at home (or out and about) or under pants at work. I adore how they feel on my legs, and I can't imagine not wearing them daily.

I'm always on the hunt for new and different styles and brands of hosiery. In the past 48 hours, I've taken advantage of several "Black Friday" sales, and ordered around 10 new pair of pantyhose. I know, it's a sickness, but there are worse things...

It started with Indestructible Tights. Normally around $25 a pair, they were on sale for $9.99 each, so I ordered 3 pair. 

Next was Sheertex. I've wanted to try them for a long time, and I decided to treat myself to a pair, also on sale, for $27.

From there, I ordered 2 pair from Les Belles, for which I will receive 2 additional pair of "mystery" tights -- I'm guessing the "mystery" tights are simply styles that aren't selling well, for a total for 4 pair from Les Belles.

Finally, just about an hour ago, I ordered a pair of seamless pantyhose from Noosh, for which I paid $31 total. 

I'm anxious to receive all these new nylons and try them on. I've had some new acquisitions turn out to be disappointments, mostly from Shein (absolutely gorgeous and super silky, but don't stay up worth a damn), and one from Lechery (again, beautiful as all get out, but too small for me, even at their largest size), but I'm confident I'll love all the nylons I've ordered in the past 2 days.