I don't know why I'm writing this here, I doubt it'll be read by anyone, but I guess I need to say it, some where, anywhere.

2024 was the year in which I finally made peace with myself as a (vaguely) sexual entity. Let me explain.

As anyone who stumbles across this via one of my galleries will have already guessed, I have a panty fetish. A major league panty fetish. 

I've never been good with sexual reationships in the past. I've had partners and girlfriends and significant others, but unlike my peers nothing ever clicked. The act itself, while pleasurable, always felt like a chore. I felt like I was going through these motions because that was what was expected of me. For years. 

The only thing that gave me a complete, dare I say meaningful, release was, you guessed it, pretty panties. And yes, that kind of release.

I'm wired differently, it seems, I can and do still appreciate beautiful women and the female form, but dear lord, panties! I love them on a level I cannot begin to truly comprehend, let alone adequately describe. Pure, beautiful art. To be worshipped, to revere.

I hid this from society for most of my life, (maybe I also hid it from myself if I'm being honest), because it's not generally a subject for 'normal' conversation, is it? Even in private there was always an undercurrent of shame present. And the fear of public shame if the 'secret' ever got out..

To the point.

This year, starting in early January, I finally let it slide. I let the walls come down and finally embraced myself as who I am. I'm just a normal guy, who literally worships panties, and I'm no longer ashamed to be just that! It may not sound like a big deal, but to me it was absolute lberation. No guilt, no shame, just peaceful accepatance, wonderful.

I guess I just came out of the closet, right? 

 No! I've just come out of the panty drawer, and I'm going to dive straight back in!