What did garments prevent you from doing?

[_Polygamy-Porter]

It did not keep me from having garment love with my girlfriend.

Of course she was in her panties and me in just my bottom garmies.

[_Polygamy-Porter]

My only experience with them was seeing my parents garments in the laundry basket. But what is this about 2 peices?
I only saw the 1 peice versions.

Magik clothing is nothing new though , and I personally have a magik mexican hoodie (poncho) from Mazatlan that I consider magical. The ole coat of many colors.

Dear GOD the memories of my parents one piece Jesus jammie jumpsuits flapping in the summer wind on the clothesline in the back yard!

They were dingy, very thin, and each had stains in particular spots.

crap stains on his and OTR stains on hers.

As a teen I was mortified on several occasions when my friends showed up unannounced and they walked into the backyard before I could remove those hideous rags from the clothesline.

[_3sheets2thewind]

I went commando from about 16 - 21, so with garments I had to get used to underwear. I used to only wear silk boxers for sleeping - now it is eternal smile and mesh bottoms.

Garments or rather how they are made are horrible for pool cleaners in the Arizona desert.

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[_Polygamy-Porter]

Dear GOD the memories of my parents one piece Jesus jammie jumpsuits flapping in the summer wind on the clothesline in the back yard!

They were dingy, very thin, and each had stains in particular spots.

s*** stains on his and OTR stains on hers.

As a teen I was mortified on several occasions when my friends showed up unannounced and they walked into the backyard before I could remove those hideous rags from the clothesline.

RofL ... cheers to parents embarrassing the hell out of us. I didn't quite understand what you were explaining with the stains ... but then again ... maybe I don't need to know. Garments on a clothes line I could see my dad doing , but not my mom or my step mom.

My old man never could line up the poop chute, so his always has crap stains.

My mother had female stains on the crotch. OTR=On The Rag.

You asked, and now you know lol.

[_moksha]

Not one person who wears garments, that I know about, has been hit by a meteorite. Plus I am confident that I will be protected from any Mesoamerican juntas.

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[_Racer]

I'll tell you what garments prevent me from doing. They prevent me from enjoying my wife's beautiful and voluptuous figure. Garments are not sexy. I respect my wife and I respect that she remains TBM, but man, garments kill me in the romance dept.

Garments destroy the spontaneity of sex. What's so sexy about being in the throws of passion and lifting up my wife's skirt to be greeted by a essentially a pair of white spandex bicycle shorts instead of some sexy underwear? Nothing gets the juices flowing like biking shorts.

"Hey honey that is an amazing and sexy bra you are wearing! I am getting turned on just looking at it. I don't know what's sexier. The bra, or the GD white t-shirt your are wearing the bra on top of."

garments de-feminize the female figure. Even my wife complains that she can't wear shorts or tanks tops in the summer because of her garments. God how I would love to see her in shorts and a tank top.

I love my wife to death and I only have eyes for her. As superficial or pig-headed as it may sound, garments are a buzz kill when it comes to sexuality and the feminine figure.

[_Racer]

I just thought of one more thing garments prevented me from: Hygiene.

Back in the day when I was TBM I don't know how many times I would come home from a hard day at work and be getting undressed and asking myself:

"Jeez, why am I always so sweaty? Why do I smell like ass at the end of the day when I get undressed?"

The answer is simple. If you encase 75% of your body in a sheath of non-breathable Polyester/Rayon/Nylon synthetic you will sweat and the sweat will be trapped and basically marinate your body making you nice and ripe by the end of the day. Eventually I figured out there was cotton garments and life was easier, and then I figured out the church was a sham, and life got even easier because I ditched the "g's" and started rocking boxer shorts.

[_moksha]

I ditched the "g's" and started rocking boxer shorts.

While only those with spotless underwear should throw rocks, I think the good folks at Fruit of the Loom would show mercy.