Mind Slips

I want to write about an experience I had growing up as a boy. It had sexual undertones to it, and perhaps it will shed light on my fetish. As stated, my mother would often go around the house in her slip and I think from his reaction, my dad enjoyed having her around him this way. However, he would sometimes admonish her to to put something on if a visitor were to come around. However, my dad did not have this concern if the visitor were a male relative. If my grandfather or an uncle stopped by and my mother was in her slip, my father seemed to have no concern about my mother being seen this way. I can remember my father’s younger brother coming by regularly when I was a boy. There was only a couple of years’ difference in their ages. Many times my mother was dressed, but there were a number of occassions when she wasn’t. My dad seemed to have no problem with this since it was his brother. They would gather in the kitchen, either standing around or sitting at the table. Mom would be up and down, sometimes making coffee as the three of them discussed, work, family, or neighbors. She would be standing or sitting in full view, most of the time in a white nylon slip. My mother’s behavior in these situations always caught my attention, however. She seemed to be somewhat self conscious of the fact she was in her slip with her husband and bother in law. She would be careful to sit in a prim, lady like manner with her knees closely together, and she would glance down often at the lacy hem of her slip and tug at it so as not to show too much leg. Still, she never made the effort to put anything on. I always had the feeling my uncle was “checking her out”, but he was never obvious about it. Even as a boy, there was something in this scene that intrigued me. The men in their coarse work shirts and jeans, speaking in their deep voices with their broad shoulders and their heavy muscles. And then my mother, sitting with them in a little nylon slip. The very contrast created a subliminal sexual tension that even a child could feel. When it came time for him to leave, my mother would usually give my uncle a sisterly hug or kiss goodbye. Today we are much more blatant in our sexuality, but I think in years past there was a low key, but very potent sexuality in the daily lives of men and women that was powerfully and subtly erotic in its own right.

The attraction of slips is tactile as well as visual. The shimmery, liquid, way the nylon flows over a woman’s curves, but also the creamy, soft, feel of the delicate material complementing the softness of her skin.

Hello. I thought it was time to pick up on matters since my last entry.

I was born in the late 1950’s. Of those of you who read this blog, some of you will remember those days and of course, quite a number of you won’t.  I was a preschooler from the very late 50’s through early 60’s, experienced most of my childhood during the 60’s, and reached youth and young adulthood as the 70’s proceeded. I grew up in the South. I’ve never been sure if this was common in other areas at other times, but at that particular time in this part of the United States, one might almost say there was a type of slip sub-culture.

Those were the pre-NOW, pre_ERA, pre feminist days, and in the South, femininity has always been stressed on girls and women. And there again, this was a time when fashion dictated wearing dresses and skirts with an everyday regularity that women today never would. Consequently, women wore slips as a part of their daily attire. There were countless more opportunities to see a woman in her slip than one can imagine today.

As I said, in the time and place I grew up, there seemed to be almost a low-key slip subculture. I know that sounds a little strange, but let me explain, and perhaps there may be someone out there who relates to what I’m talking about. It was not uncommon, because women wore slips with regularity, for women to go about in the privacy of their homes in a slip even during the day. Often, I guess to keep from wrinkling a dress or skirt and having to iron it or change it later. A woman would take it off and put it on only if she were going to go out to do some errand. I think another factor in this was that it was the South, the mid 20th Century, air conditioning was new ( a few people still didn’t have it) and remaining a bit unclothed, especially during the hot months, was a habit among women in this area. Anyway, for whatever reason, a woman in a slip in her house at most any time was not an unexpected site. I’m not implying it was just everyday and constant, but it it was done enough by women that it wasn’t exactly a shock when you saw it.

My mom, like many women of the time, would do this. I remember as a young boy, and actually on up into my teens, seeing my mom going around the house doing housework or even just lounging in a white nylon slip. If someone came to the door she’d quickly throw something on, but otherwise stayed in her slip much of the time. This wasn’t unheard of. I saw most of my aunts and female relatives this way at home on many occassions, as well as several neighbors and mothers of childhood friends. It made a deep impression on me and gave me my formative feelings and attitudes about women and sensuality. A boy is forming his own sexual identity during these years and developing his image of women. To have women going about me casually in delicate nylon and lace created an idea of manhood and sexual roles in me  that remained into adulthood. I also observed the reaction of other males and noticed the subtle sexual effects it had on them. I was very sensitive to this.  To this day, I see women as soft, delicate, gentle creatures needing the protection of strong, rugged, verile, men. The early memories of women looking so soft and seductive brought his about.

Did any reader have such experiences during this time? Were these occurences unique to the time and place I lived, or did it happen elsewhere. Can anyone explain the psychology of  the origins of such a fetish? I’d appreciate an answer.

For those interested, I have a Yahoo group

 

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/amateurslipmodels/

My blog has a very specific and (for some readers) unusual and odd purpose. It concerns a fetish, and I’ll admit, an obsession that I have had for most of my life. Since I was a boy, I’ve been entranced with slips, and the image of women wearing slips. I’ve loved their look, their texture. I’ve loved what they represented…..to me a wonderful idea of feminine sensuality. I’ve learned that as unusual as some people might think this fetish to be, it’s not uncommon. Perhaps not prevalent, but certainly not uncommon. Gay and straight, male and female, old and surpringly also the young, this fetish crosses age, gender, and orientations. I think it may be one of the most common unacknowledged, untalked about fetishes in the world. How often have I spoken (usually online) about this with others to hear  them say, “but I thought I was the only one”! I know how that is. I’ve had this fascination since childhood, but it was not until I reached my late teens that I discovered that there were other people who shared it.

When in college, I participated in those late night conversations with friends discussing politics, society, religion, movies, music, alcohol, and women. One night, a guy was thumbing through a magazine and found a picture of Linda Rondstadt holding the hem of her dress up and showing her lacy, white, slip. All he had to say was, “here’s a picture of Linda Rondstadt and her slip” and a half dozen fellows practically fell over one another trying to be the first to get a glimpse. I thought to myself, “here are all these guys with their raw sexual yearnings and interests, and look how fascinated they are by a woman and her slip”. I think this was the first time I realized that my fetish was something I actually had in common with other people and that it was not “oddball” I know there were other times that in the course of conversation somehow, by chance, the topic of slips or a girl in her slip would come up and it intrigued me how the room would grow quiet for a moment, like someone had hit on a nerve. You could tell there were wheels turning in guys’ heads. The guy who roomed next door to me in the dorm, admitted one time that he had this thing for a woman in a slip, that he thought it was just about the sexiest sight imaginable. He enjoyed watching movies and old tv shows with slip scenes. He talked about how on some weekends when he decided to visit home his sister’s friend would stay over and go to church on Sunday morning and would often go about in his view in her slip while getting ready, immodest about him seeing her, and how he enjoyed it. (He went on to marry her). Other guys talked sometime about loving to walk by a women’s dorm at night when the blinds weren’t drawn, or visiting girlfreinds there and how likely it would be that they’d see a girl in her slip. It was hardly ever mentioned about any other state of undress, always a slip. It was then that I realized I was in on something that was far more than a solitary interest. I think it also cuts across gender lines. More than once I recall talking with girlfriend those long years ago who would coyly make some remark to me regarding a slip, like they were just trying to make me think about some things.

Anyway, I feel that I’m not alone in this fetish. I think there is something deep in the male/ female sexual imagery that responds to the slip. Once as a little boy, I was probably no more than two, I remember playing in the house, jumping, climbing, the usual things kids that age do when entertaining themselves. I fell and in some way hurt myself. I let out quite a cry. My mother, who was dressing, was in another room. She ran to check on me. I looked up and she was in a pretty white nylon slip. I stopped crying immediately. I was mezmerized. Even though I was hardly more than a toddler, I remember thinking that this was the prettiest sight I’d ever seen. Then she came to put her arms around me and comfort me, and I hugged her back. Never had I felt anything so soft! She was soft and beautiful. It is strange to try and recall what I was thinking in that long ago moment nearly 50 years ago, but suffice it to say, I think it was my first experience, even at such an innocent age, of feeling like a man and realizing women were very different….diffferent from me, different from my father, different from all males. Intuitively, I understood why men loved and were attracted to women, and I understood it in an instinctively mature way.

If you are one of my silent compatriots who dwells in the closet, I hope you will read and enjoy this blog. I encourage your comments.