Hello to All!|Public Access|Forum|We Wear Bras

Hello public

We are a genuine cross-section of society here.  The fact that most of us are men who love wearing a bra is beside the point to us living our conventional lives and making a buck, just the same as everybody else.

If you live in New Zealand and have visited my small apartment, a look at my avatar right here will reveal to you my real name, when you recognise me under the dark shades…

But then, if you ever really did visit me at home, you would know as soon as you walked in my place, that I a): live alone, and that b): “someone” who lives here wears bras, and he leaves too many of them hanging on walls or lying on furniture…  I would not have to say a word for you to know that.

So it would be no surprise to you, then, to see me as a member of this forum.  Besides, if you are interested in dancing, where I live in my small Kiwi town, you would already know that I wear bras openly to the dances, and in the summer time, I will always be in a nice, lightweight skirt.

If you want to join some lovely company, I recommend you start wearing a bra and sign up to this lovely forum.

Oh, and if you happened to be living in Christchurch New Zealand (our second-largest city) around 25 years ago and saw a man and a woman walking along one of the city’s widest streets early on a warm Saturday evening, both of us fully cross-dressed but only in underwear – no outerwear at all – that man was me – and that gorgeous, tall blond woman holding hands with me was that sexy lady (who should have been a catwalk model) who introduced me to bra-wearing on a daily basis.

We didn’t mean to show ourselves off that evening in Christchurch either – now that you ask…  We were on our way to an exciting “theme” party at a friend’s place, and I forgot it was a crowded Saturday and the only parking we could find was two or three city blocks away.  Neither of us had any outerwear in the car because we (stupidly!?) thought that we could drive right up to our host’s house and dash across the sidewalk before “anybody” saw us (and the other six days of the week – we could have!).

Walking along, we literally stopped the traffic.  Heads sticking out of car windows to cheer (?) us on our way.  Folks on the sidewalk coming up to us, wondering what we were all about!  And not a single bit of ridicule from anybody, in a city full of people who were all heading out to have their own Saturday night fun.  What a glorious, completely unplanned, introduction to the menfolk of Christchurch that it was OK – a great thing to do – for men to wear bras.

Yes – it took a LOT of courage for us just to park the car and walk, dressed like we were, in those earlier times for me as a bra-wearer.  But we were also determined to go to that interesting, themed party – so we did (and what would you have done, dear reader?  It was too far for us to return home for some outerwear).