there’s really nothing else to say about this, other than what i’ve put in the title. for some reason i felt like documenting it.
i stopped believing about six years ago. despite my disbelief, i kept wearing my garments. i really have no idea why that is. habit i suppose.
but this weekend i finally took the step and purchased regular person underwear. it was a really weird experience, as i haven’t bought underwear in a department store since i was 18. the clerk probably thought i was some kind of pervert, since i was hovering around that area looking at the different varieties for an inordinate amount of time. to make matters worse, i got pretty nervous when he came over and asked if i needed help. i was probably being hypersensitive, but i don’t do well in situations where i feel out of place. that’s one thing you believing mormons got going for you – there is very little underwear variety, making it a lot easier to make a decision.
so i finally left with boxer briefs and symbol-free undershirts. last night i spent my first night shirtless since i was 18. it was everything i hoped and more.
the wife has been surprisingly supportive of all this. i think one of the main reasons is because i’ve been taking it slow. it’s been almost a year since i expressed my disbelief to her, and in retrospect i’m glad i didn’t immediately stop going through the motions. that might have driven her away from me for good. but having waited a while before officially casting aside the magic underpants, she was surprisingly OK with it.
thus far, everything’s going well. i’m happier and more comfortable with myself than ever.