Christmas Party Tights

by Kaj

Our Finnish contributor, Kaj, tells of a recent experience he had in tights at a family party to mark the start of the Christmas Season.

After ‘coming out of the closet’ with my tights I have been systematically dressing up in shorts and tights at home. My wife, four kids and a dog are so used to my outfit that they don’t mind or make any comment. When someone else (relatives or friends) drops in I don’t change my shorts to pants, but go on in my tights. Almost everyone knows about my fetish and my nylon gene.

But last weekend I hesitated for a second whether to wear tights openly or not at our traditional Christmas seasons start party (so called ‘Minor Christmas’ in Finland). My wife’s cousins and their husbands and wives, boy and girlfriends, some 14 people in all, were invited to our home. After two seconds ‘to be or not to be’ ponderings I decided to wear my ‘make-up’ coloured (similar to suntan) sheer German Ergee tights with my ‘Christmas red’ knee length shorts and ankle socks, and a shirt with red and white check shirt. My wife didn’t make any comments; she just smiled at the sight.

When the guests arrived no one noticed my tights, they probably just found my choice of costume, the shorts, a bit funny. After some while I was serving cocktails in the dim candle light. Mr M., a jolly and loudly speaking extrovert guy, who is well aware about my use of tights, introduced his funny new socks. I replied that I was jealous not having such funny things on my feet. He glanced upon my legs and replied that ‘you are not wearing tights today, are you’. I replied that that is exactly what I’m doing, ‘take a closer look, haven’t you noticed my tights yet?’ He moved his hand towards my legs and stroked them to be sure that I was not joking. ‘Look’, he yelled to everyone, ‘the host has got his tights on!’ Then he asked the lady next to him, the young Miss K. to touch my legs. Of course the poor girl was slightly embarrassed and didn’t follow his advice; she was new in these circles and belonged to the few ones who don’t know about my nylon manners.

Once again I had to tell my story from the very beginning, how I as a little boy was forced to wear tights in front of the audience and how it later turned to on obsession. And how I am now in peace with my tights-rights and myself. I also showed the photographic portrait of me in tights hanging on the dining room wall.

The party went on as planned. I forgot what I was wearing, and so did the others. When Miss K. was about to leave, she asked me innocently if I knew that many women dislike tights. I started my standard lecture on my opinions to the matter, on the ‘I hate tights’ comment as cliché among female wearers, on how to find comfortable and well fitting tights etc etc etc. But I realized that it was no use to go on at 2 o’clock in the morning. I just smiled, said that I was well aware about the thing, and quoted The Rolling Stones: ‘I know, it’s just a pair of hose, but I like it’.