I made the Wonder Woman outfit in the spring of 2005. It's in two pieces and the bodice zips in the back. I planned to put 50 stars on the briefs (5 different sizes, 10 of each size) and I got into the 40s but decided that was enough. I wanted to combine the nested W's with the eagle motif too.
With enough of my feed on main talking about the merits of Dorley, I expect it's good and that I'll have to read it eventually.
In the meantime, though, I'm thinking of _so_ many forced fem stories on Fictionmania or alt dot sex dot stories dot tg or nifty dot org that had similar themes.
My body is at war with my nostalgia.
From '98-'05, I used to go to a club, ManRay, that had fetish nights and goth nights. I met three of my now ex gfs there. It was a place where I could be trans somewhat out in the open. It was a place where I could wear outfits that wouldn't work as streetwear
This shit works because people barely conceal their glee and agreement when it is happening until a group chat, or message board history, or straight up Nazi imagery is used and then everyone acts all weepy and chastened for like a week.
After some number of months, I've done two days in a row of 20-min cardio on my stationary bike, with the critical motivator to restarting being that there's a pony-play theme at the club I want to go to on Friday and I don't want my dancing endurance to tap out before midnight.
It's 1999
I walk into the Cage, what they called the back room dance floor at ManRay in Cambridge, MA.
The room has a blue violet cast under blacklights.
It's a fetish night. I'm wearing black latex.
I arrived early in the night before the crowd.
Siouxsie Sioux softly sings "Stay" from Anima Animus.
I made the Wonder Woman outfit in the spring of 2005. It's in two pieces and the bodice zips in the back. I planned to put 50 stars on the briefs (5 different sizes, 10 of each size) and I got into the 40s but decided that was enough. I wanted to combine the nested W's with the eagle motif too.
