In that I am "Adult"

Navy blue full-cut briefs, contrasting yellow top stitching. Tweety Bird between two hearts.

Every age has its own complexities, each as pressing to its circumstance as any other. Underwear choice has become a silly complexity of adult life. A young, active girl such as myself should choose wisely for each situation: thong, boyshort, brief, low-rise or full-cut incantations thereof. Commando. Then there is the added need to coordinate color, material. The consideration of activities undertaken while wearing. Why? To be proper.

Fuck proper. My Tweety Bird undies still fit. They're comfy. An adorable return to a younger age of thought and reason. (Did I mention they still fit?) Every style has its advantage and reason, but I remain: Overt sexuality is cliche.

Innocence can be sexy.