
For me, wearing a thong was a sign that I was an adult. It was adult underwear, meant for grownups. And I was a grownup. Or so I thought. I think I was in my late teens when I got my first thong. It was purple and made of lace and the string at the back was very thin. Actually, it was called a t-string. I loved that thong (or t-string), and I was heartbroken when my aunt threw it away because it was evil. Now that I'm a "real" adult - with bills and responsibilities and a toddler - I Read More