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First, No one was rude or inappropriate in private or in public. People were very kind and supportive.

Second, I think I may have inadvertently implied by hastily getting rid of the earlier post bc I was UNCOMFORTABLE , that there is somehow something wrong if someone happens to be COMFORTABLE, wearing this kind of dress. I in NO WAY meant to give that impression. I have my own hauntings to work through but it is entirely personal.

... I was not brought up to appreciate my body- entirely polite way of putting it. The environment was intensely hostile. I don’t believe that was the intention, and until I moved out a few years ago, it was “normal”. People can care and still harm. To an extent, it was useful, bc I wasn’t obsessing and could focus on strengthening other aspects. However, after a point I just quietly hatred myself and detached. I am learning to reconnect.

.. Gag has been really helpful in that regard. Not some journey to feel “hot”- It’s nice to not feel like a monster of course.. This is about not feeling shame, when objectively there’s nothing unethical happening. Not about cleavage or no cleavage, just being a relatively normal person. Too lengthy to get into here. I don’t want to stray off topic. Maybe a My Take Sometime.

Point is, I see NOTHING wrong in appreciating the female or male firm and dressing as if you are not ashamed of your body.

Thirdly , I simply can’t be sure why I am uncomfortable. I don’t think the dress is obscene.. I think It more the internal judgement stemming from the past, that I don’t want to be a slave to. I am developing an appreciation of the female form that I previously lacked. I know I have spoken negatively and I think it’s inappropriate. It sheds a bad message.

—As for the 👗.. I think If I was uneasy I ought not have posted.. Posting THEN pulling bc it’s scandalous 🤭🤭 was just dumb and immature.

I hope I didn’t offend any Women by being a dork.. You guys were really helpful.
TY 🌟🌟

This is what i get for dropping acid in a foreign city lol. So Friday, one of my friends who happens to really like me stays in SF. I go out there to do uber and he lets me stay over so i dont have to pay for a room or drive 2 hours back home tha same day. So Friday, we both separately have tickets to go see Suicideboys. I plan to stay at his house, leave my car parked at his house, leave my bags in his house because he lives in tha very heart of tha hood in SF. We take muni to tha concert. I dropped my acid about an hour and a half before the show started. I had no idea he got drunk tha way he did. I go to sit down on the curb because im tripping pretty hard, tha acid was stronger than i anticipated for sure. So he says he's going to tha bathroom. I tell him im gonna stay seated where i am, he says ok, dont go anywhere. So im like yea, ok im not going anywhere. he's like ok yea or ill punch you in tha face. I thought he probably just made a terrible fucking joke, so im like, haha? No you won't? Mind you im still sitting on tha curb. He turns around and he's like, excuse me? I said excuse you? Then out of no where he yells "bitch!" slaps a bottle out of my hand. Okay, im tripping so hard I had to sit there and ask myself if that really just happened, because i was so confused on like why that even just transpired. He walked off, and i was like ok, this mf is srs. So i dipped off into tha crowd. I'm hours from home, my car is somewhere in tha hood of SF, i have no idea how im going to get to my car after tha show, i have no money in my bank account for an uber, and im not comfortable with going back to his house with him. Finally i saw him and he yelled at me for blowing up his phone, but agreed to take me to my car when tha concert was over. I did end up getting a ride to my car, after being yelled at and being told by my other friend that he "hates being around me" which i dont know anyone who doesn't actually like me, but it was just a terrible fucking night!