Sexual Souvenirs, anyone?

In My Humble Opinion
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quote:

Originally posted by Kalhoun
I once walked into my living room and found a friend wearing my underwear on his head while painting the ceiling. There’s not much to be said during an encounter like that.

“That better be latex”?
The paint or the undies? :smiley:

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Never been asked for that particular kind of souvenir. I do have an article of clothing or two (not undies) that were left behind by a very long-ago ex…I definitely used to snuggle with them when I missed him. (It was long-distance, across nine time zones and the Iron Curtain, so that was most of the time.) But then when my grandmother used to give me hand–me-down sweaters that she had knit with her own hands, I would snuggle with them, too. (Not with the same exact sentiment, of course.) Scent is a powerful reminder, and the smell of a loved one can be very comforting. It’s the next best thing to a hug.

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I used to have a collection of photos of pantless guys. A lot of guys really like to show off and a lot of them have digital cameras. It’s not something I’ve ever been turned on by but guys are funny that way. It’s a primal male gadget thing. I think maybe I date endearingly lame pervy geeks. But it seems like about half the guys I’ve ever been involved with have believed that a photo of their dick would just the thing to win my heart. I think they think something along the lines of “what I would like is a photo of her crotch what she must want is a photo of mine.” The last one I got was from the person I am currently involved with and he gave it to me about 4 years ago. He’d like to think I masturbate to it or something but all I ever did with it was photoshop it in unflattering ways for giggles. When he found out about all the other ones he asked me to delete them and I did. A small part of me kept them as trophies but a much bigger part of me thought it was stupid to keep them.

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I checked my closet, and ironically enough I have nearly a complete wardrobe. Wigs, dresses, panty hose, underwear, high heels, you name it. Strangely, al this stuff seems to fit me, and be color-coordinated. How odd! :smiley:

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I don’t save undies, but I do keep souvineirs. Movie stubs, or little memoribilia that remind me of the person I was with at that time in my life. I have a box in the top of my closet, with ticket stubs, pictures, pressed flowers, old jewelry, a puttputt scorecard,T tokens, and a ball from the McDonalds ballpitt. They all remind me of the various stages of my life, and I like to look back and smile (or cringe) occasionally. It makes for a good trip down memory lane :slight_smile:

And Dave, you really do have a one-track mind…

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Thanks, Pam. Like I don’t have enough people saying that, already.

And, you didn’t answer the questions. Have you? Would you? What do you think of it?

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I have pics of two or three former lovers.

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Heh, sorry babe. Forgot about your pile-on in the Pit :slight_smile:

And I haven’t, and probably wouldn’t. Old undies just wouldn’t do that much for me, I don’t think. I’d rather have a picture of them than their boxers.

My opinion has always been “To each his own”…hey, whatever gets you off man :slight_smile:

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I’m like irishgirl, I can never buy just one pair of panties.
I gave one pair to my Evil Ex, who lives in Delaware, they were white cotton ones that I’d worn while doing a striptease for her. I kept the kneesocks, though.
Another pair, a g-string with red hearts on a pink background and blue lace trim, is waiting for me in Montreal, where I left them for my sweetie to remember me by until we saw one another again. I pulled them out of my bag and gave them to her at the bus station. They were the only ones that hadn’t been washed (other than the ones I had on at the time).

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Very dorkish… I kept the “do not disturb” door thingy.

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Never needed one. Although one of the girls took a polaroid of me in the buff.

I thought she was bluffing.

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Well, that’s cool! So, it’s not just a guy thing. Not that it’s really a guy thing, anyway, in my experience. It’s always the girl making the gesture. But, there doesn’t need to be a guy involved. That never occured to me. (Yes, I know I’m a dope, thank you.)

I’m not sure what this means. It sounds like you’ve been with the same girl, your entire adult life, but then you mention “girls”, plural. :confused:

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sexual souvenirs…well…lesse. I have a bra from one former girlfriend, panties from two of them, a ripped pair of stockings from one…and in my most unique and misunderstood souvenir collection, pubic hair from 4 of them (three were given to me, one was stolen)

sorry for sticking to the OP instead of tangenting

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If they’re like my kids, they absolutely reject the idea that this has anything to do with sex :slight_smile:

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Umm…pubic hair? That’s a new one, on me. And, you stole the lady’s pubic hair? I think we need more details on that one. How is it misunderstood? And, where do you keep the hair?

Stolen pubic hair??? Gives a whole meaning to the word snatch! Talk about Grand Theft!

Well, we’ll let it slide, this time. But, watch it! :wink:

You know, that would make an interesting topic, in itself. I’ll let you start that one, though, if you’re so inclined.

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echoes of the movie, Scent of a Woman, Al Pacino, come to mind.
like, what could be more important than the scent of a women?, cept maybe the memories that the scents conjour up?
( eg. just how close were they to you? as in, just how much of yourself did you give or truly reveal, share?. )
needs, wants, desires, lusts and thoughts of, - could this be the one? - will she be with me for all time? or am i still dreaming, enjoy the moment only whilst it lasts?
but hey, for all our illusions of civalisation we are still physical primal creatures, motivated by many things, the sense of smell only one, albeit a very strong one, marking out and claiming ‘territory’. - much like the beasts do?

  • territory, a very important indicator of ones virility, ( from a male point of view )
    before my demise into marriage, long term commitment, i had a collection of perhaps a hundred knickers, left behind, discarded in the throes of teenage passion, unbridled hormones, running wild, a time long ago. when the advent of the birth control pill, ‘free love’ unrestrained, was still new, an experiance to be explored?
    each and every one was important to me, they signified a sharing of mind, not just our body or its fluids.
    where are they now?
    i buried them, like a sacrement put aside, willingly discarded, for the promise of a new life ( married, commited to only one other soul on this planet ) and its promise of fullfillment as yet unproven, but alas, not to be.
    the marriage lasted 22 years, but is now gone, but not forgotten, like the dew on the lawn, evaporates in the morning sun, it didnt stand the test of time.
    do i regret my encounters or collection of souveniers of liasons with other souls or thier left behind intimate apparel?, no way! - they are long past but they are not forgotten.
    each and every one is easily accesablile in the far corners of my mind. as are the scents, they dont fade away tho the years pass, each is unique.

Zanthor

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You have a pretty cool way of thinking about things and expressing yourself Zanthor.

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…of course that is providing the women weren’t IN those knickers when you buried them…

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Yes, he does. It’s too bad he made it so hard to read, with the lack of formatting and capitalization. But, the sentiment was good.

But, welcome aboard, Zanthor! :slight_smile:

LOL! You’re on a roll, today. :smiley:

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Well you know what they say: lesbians need love too (mostly from other lesbians).

Handing Cory the panties was a spur-of-the-moment thing, otherwise I probably would have done it in someplace more private than the bus terminal (which would be just about anywhere). Just like our very first kiss on a streetcorner at 4 in the morning - it just came to me, and I did it.