Deliberate Cruelty, Depression, and Forgiveness...

As a few of you know, I've been pretty down, lately.

 

I'm trying to get past it, but life has been nothing short of awful for the past two weeks. Right after getting over the flu, I got hit with the death of an old friend. The night before the funeral, my (now former, I guess) boyfriend and I got in a gigantic fight.

I won't go into detail, but it was as bad as you can imagine. We're currently not speaking. At the time, I was furious and dreaming up various revenge schemes. 

I really wanted to slam him for being an abusive, hypocritical, ungrateful, undeserving jerk (I'll stop now). He and I bicker a lot, but this time he went too far. 

I'm not cool with disrespectful behavior out of anyone. But purposefully playing off known insecurities is particularly low.

My favorite work of literature is Tennessee Williams' Streetcar Named Desire. Blanche Du Bois - here she is played by one of my the always incredible Vivien Leigh:

And, in the original stage production, by Jessica Tandy:

One of Blanche's finest quotes from the play:

"Some things are not forgivable. Deliberate cruelty is not forgivable. It is the one unforgivable thing in my opinion, and the one thing of which I have never, never been guilty." 

I've been living by that philosophy since I first read the play at fourteen years old. And, yes, what [anonymous person] did qualifies as deliberate cruelty. 

But, I can't stand strife and quarreling.

Ever since [unnamed former beau] stormed out, I haven't been able get out of bed. I don't know what's wrong with me, but I'd rather prove his point ("you'll come crawling back to two days") and end the fight, myself. 


It's better than waiting weeks (or months) for an apology.

Obviously, I haven't felt very sexy, lately. I did, however, swallow my pride and and whip out the cam for some nudes. It sort of made me feel a little better...for five minutes.


After falling behind on my orders, and subjecting everyone to the world's most depressing rant, consider these images my own form of apology.

I just realized I may have posted the world's saddest nude photos.

I do, however, promise to be back to my normal self as soon as humanly possible...


I guarantee!

So many panties, so little time!

I guess my plan to devote the day to panty-selling didn't work out so well. 

I mean, I got plenty done - but never got around to the three blog posts I'd been planning! I hadn't factored in the "preparing packages" factor and how much time it takes. I've mentioned this before, but I really, really devote a lot of work to putting together individual panty shipments. Not just preparing the panties themselves - I'm a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to making sure they're absolutely perfect and often re-wash them multiple times if I think they're not at their ideal state when sent. I also devote significant effort to making the package itself extra special...particularly if I've been chatting with the buyer and feel like I'm getting to know them! 

When I was in college, my mother used to send my "care packages," including photos, little trickets, and special notes. I want to impart that exact experience. I know some people are a little shy (or even ashamed) about having a particular fetish, and I really want them to know that someone (me) thinks there's nothing wrong with having a fetish - I want them to feel special...because they are!

Leading me to the subject...

I had planned on a few things for the blog tonight - 

1.) I wanted to put my "stats" (Playboy-style) up, which I did do, though I intended to add a bit more about my likes (ostriches, sea-foam green, foods intended for children), dislikes (screeching motorcycles, eggs, people who are rude to waiters), favorite people (Tennessee Williams, David Byrne, Harvey Milk), etc. etc. etc.

2.) I was hoping for two new slideshows - one of "lost loves," i.e.panties that are long gone... 

...and another for future items to come...

(that's an amazing sheer black lace bodysuit!)

Not to mention, two more blog posts. For the first, I was planning on soliciting the public opinion of what I should focus on next...with a bevy of photos! For the second, I'm like to give something of a dissertation on men (and women) who buy panties. Even though I'm still a newbie, I'd like to dispel a few myths!

But I'm falling asleep right now.

And I forgot something - it's the 7th year anniversary of Hurricane Katrina. I do have a few, old photos from when I lived in New Orleans, but rather not post them (reverse image search)! But I would like anyone reading my blog to saying a unanimous "thank you" to the people of New Orleans (not just Kammi's family)! 

So, I'd like to dedicate these webcam photos to the Crescent City - for their tenacity, their persistence against all odds, and their god-damn SEXINESS!

 

 

 I love you, NOLA!

 

Naked and Hungover

The panties of the week have finally been changed to the ACTUAL panties of the week...with less than two days remaining. Great. I really dropped the ball. 

Regardless, the pink lace panties I was bemoaning went for a respectable $31.00 and the white cotton bikini-prints are now at about the same. I was really hoping they'd go for higher, since they're truly such a unique pair. I threw up some added incentive in the form of extra custom photos, so let's all cross our fingers - 

Kammi's white cotton bikini-print panties!

These panties...these ones, here -

In case you're interested, I was cleaning out my closet and threw some clothes up on Ebay - these clearly aren't billed as fetish items, but I thought I'd let "Adventures in Panties" readers know about them, as they can potentially BECOME fetish items if say, worn before shipping by myself. Particularly of interest are these vintage bloomers from the 60's, available in either pale pink or pale blue stripes -

I also listed three pairs of shoes, including these leather sandals -

Everything I listed (mostly vintage shoes and clothing) can be found on my Ebay page. Please ignore the photos - Amaya foolishly used flash photography and I look about 20 lbs. heavier than in real life - I tried to "photoshop" them in Google's Picasa program for accuracy and failed...although I did manage to give myself a third eye - 

 

I also have good news on the sock front! While I previously complained that I own no pale colored socks, while rummaging through my clothing, I discovered I, in fact, own TWO PAIRS of pale socks! Really hot pale socks! THIGH-HIGH PALE SOCKS, one white pair with blue stripes and a second tan pair! I was going to snap photos of them (as well as the bright yellow cotton thong I just got!) but I am REALLY HUNGOVER and SOOOO SICK!

Here's what happened.

My roommate, Lars, just got his student loan money and bought a bunch of fancy, Belgian ale for himself, myself, my friend Ava (who is moving on Monday) and Amaya. I don't usually drink much, but was in a terrible mood and, what the hell, I said. I drank five or six beers on an empty stomach and woke up at 6:00pm, nauseous with a headache. I'm now lounging on the couch, trying to choke choke down a sandwich and coffee. Lucky for you, dear reader, Amaya was really "in the zone" last night, as she calls it, and arranged the lighting in the living room for actually viable photos. First, I just took my shirt off - 

As you can imagined, more clothing was eventually removed, eventually resulting in THE BEST NUDES AMAYA has ever taken of me! WITNESS:

And LOOK AT THIS!!!

Oh.My.God. We should all applaud the return of Amaya and her astounding camera skills. I posted these on ebanned, cleverly concealed.

Amaya doesn't charge for her talent - I'm counting the hangover as payment!