This happened years ago so again it might seem strange that I'm hung up about, but I just feel I may have been looking at it in the wrong way, anywho I feel I might get different types of responses from blokes on here.
I was in the army for nearly 12 years I joined as girl soldier at 16, my life basically revolved around my job. My husband was actually only the second guy I was with that wasn’t also a soldier. Anywho things are different in the army a different set of values. Things are overlooked that in civvy street would get people in shit and things are taboo that wouldn’t get a second thought if you were a civvy.
Sexually in the time I was in I did most things sexually. Although my slutty phase was pretty short mainly because I had a personally preference for long term partners rather than short relationships.
On an army exercise years ago, myself and a guy I was good mates with spent two weeks living out of a truck at the edge of the exercise area. Anyway normally in a mixed sex unit sending one guy and one woman out by themselves just wouldn't happen. But he was a pretty level guy and I had a reputation for not shagging guys I worked with so we were considered safe.
I'll say right now nothing sexual happened, we got on really well. It’s hard to live in close quarters with the opposite sex, but he was really considerate. In other situations like that I'd usually shoot away in the morning to get changed and washed with whatever privacy I could get. But with him I could get changed in the back of the truck and trust him completely to keep his back turned.
So when on exercise you don't have access to a laundry and as there’s only a finite amount of spare clothes you can pack, so basically you wear the same shirt trousers and jacket all the time and all you change is your bra, knickers and t-shirt. It’s actually a lot worse for women than men, blokes can get away with going commando or just turning their boxers inside out or whatever they do. But if you’re a female well you need to wear underwear if you don’t want to get nasty infections, and you also need a bra which is total dirt and sweat magnet. When I used to go on long exercises basically my Bergen was full of spare bras and knickers.
Anywho typically I'd wear men’s boxers rather than knickers, because, they were cheap, I didn't want my own being ruined and I could wear them like shorts for modesty’s sake. So in the morning I'd tell K to turn his back then once I changed my undies and t-shirt I'd tell him he could turn around. So i'd potter around in my t-shirt and boxers for a bit cause all my bits were safely covered. Usually if we were just going to be waiting in the truck I'd discreetly slip my bra off just for a few hours comfort. Having the chance to get out of that fucking sports bra and just be comfortable for a few hours was a big thing for me. We were sitting in a truck on the edge of the exercise area, we’d have periods of doing nothing then periods of being worked to the bone, and we were both getting a bit threaders with it.
Anyway this one morning rather than change into boxers I changed into an old set of knickers I had, they were girly and pink but not provocative ( they were a bit tacky really) but everything was covered up. I was expecting my period and the boxers didn't really work with pads.
Anywho if you've stuck with this long rambling story untill now I'll get to the point. What happened next was the one time in my life that a man’s called me a slut in all seriousness. I stood up to put my to do something , and a few moments later he started shouting at me. saying that I couldn't just traipse around dressed that way, and that I was trying to provoke him etc etc then the slut word appeared.
So I went crazy then we were both sitting in the back of a truck in the middle of nowhere. Anyway after a while we both calmed down I thought he might apologize, he didn't. I’ve tried to see it from his side, he was a pretty decent guy, and he was getting pissed off with our situation. Basically I should have thought about what I was doing, it was obvious I wasn’t wearing a bra together with the knickers.... well I should have realised and at least put on my trousers.
I would have apologised if he’s calmed down but he just stayed angry and I wasn’t really in the mood to appease him. So we had another 5 days of uncomfortable silence. In the future I made sure he didn't see me in any underwear boxers or knickers. the whole thing just left me shaken.
Since I started thinking about agin recently I’ll go through phases sometimes I’ll think I’m the completely innocent part and sometimes its him being repressed and mysogynistic other times well maybe its just one of those things. It probably sounds trivial to a lot of people but hey...for me it was a big thing at the time.
I was in the army for nearly 12 years I joined as girl soldier at 16, my life basically revolved around my job. My husband was actually only the second guy I was with that wasn’t also a soldier. Anywho things are different in the army a different set of values. Things are overlooked that in civvy street would get people in shit and things are taboo that wouldn’t get a second thought if you were a civvy.
Sexually in the time I was in I did most things sexually. Although my slutty phase was pretty short mainly because I had a personally preference for long term partners rather than short relationships.
On an army exercise years ago, myself and a guy I was good mates with spent two weeks living out of a truck at the edge of the exercise area. Anyway normally in a mixed sex unit sending one guy and one woman out by themselves just wouldn't happen. But he was a pretty level guy and I had a reputation for not shagging guys I worked with so we were considered safe.
I'll say right now nothing sexual happened, we got on really well. It’s hard to live in close quarters with the opposite sex, but he was really considerate. In other situations like that I'd usually shoot away in the morning to get changed and washed with whatever privacy I could get. But with him I could get changed in the back of the truck and trust him completely to keep his back turned.
So when on exercise you don't have access to a laundry and as there’s only a finite amount of spare clothes you can pack, so basically you wear the same shirt trousers and jacket all the time and all you change is your bra, knickers and t-shirt. It’s actually a lot worse for women than men, blokes can get away with going commando or just turning their boxers inside out or whatever they do. But if you’re a female well you need to wear underwear if you don’t want to get nasty infections, and you also need a bra which is total dirt and sweat magnet. When I used to go on long exercises basically my Bergen was full of spare bras and knickers.
Anywho typically I'd wear men’s boxers rather than knickers, because, they were cheap, I didn't want my own being ruined and I could wear them like shorts for modesty’s sake. So in the morning I'd tell K to turn his back then once I changed my undies and t-shirt I'd tell him he could turn around. So i'd potter around in my t-shirt and boxers for a bit cause all my bits were safely covered. Usually if we were just going to be waiting in the truck I'd discreetly slip my bra off just for a few hours comfort. Having the chance to get out of that fucking sports bra and just be comfortable for a few hours was a big thing for me. We were sitting in a truck on the edge of the exercise area, we’d have periods of doing nothing then periods of being worked to the bone, and we were both getting a bit threaders with it.
Anyway this one morning rather than change into boxers I changed into an old set of knickers I had, they were girly and pink but not provocative ( they were a bit tacky really) but everything was covered up. I was expecting my period and the boxers didn't really work with pads.
Anywho if you've stuck with this long rambling story untill now I'll get to the point. What happened next was the one time in my life that a man’s called me a slut in all seriousness. I stood up to put my to do something , and a few moments later he started shouting at me. saying that I couldn't just traipse around dressed that way, and that I was trying to provoke him etc etc then the slut word appeared.
So I went crazy then we were both sitting in the back of a truck in the middle of nowhere. Anyway after a while we both calmed down I thought he might apologize, he didn't. I’ve tried to see it from his side, he was a pretty decent guy, and he was getting pissed off with our situation. Basically I should have thought about what I was doing, it was obvious I wasn’t wearing a bra together with the knickers.... well I should have realised and at least put on my trousers.
I would have apologised if he’s calmed down but he just stayed angry and I wasn’t really in the mood to appease him. So we had another 5 days of uncomfortable silence. In the future I made sure he didn't see me in any underwear boxers or knickers. the whole thing just left me shaken.
Since I started thinking about agin recently I’ll go through phases sometimes I’ll think I’m the completely innocent part and sometimes its him being repressed and mysogynistic other times well maybe its just one of those things. It probably sounds trivial to a lot of people but hey...for me it was a big thing at the time.
