Monday, 1 February 2010

First day's end: Red faces and irrational fear

OK I know this is late but I was absolutely exhausted by the time I got home...

Anyway, I didn't get up to all that much. Just to a food store around the corner (bigger than a corner shop, smaller than a supermarket) and work in the evening.

Going to buy food was pretty painless really. I walked through the automatic doors and felt my heart start racing slightly, as I got a small basket and went down the small flight of stairs I took a few deep breaths and just trundled on like I usually do. Everything is fine!

So I'm walking around getting bits and bobs, and this and that whilst looking at how people are reacting to this "faceless" person. Most took a triple take, some jumped slightly whilst the odd person straight up refused to stand in the same aisle as me and walked somewhere else.

Waited in the cue with everyone else...and noticed a man behind the counter - whom I presumed was the supervisor over the cashiers - was pointing at me whilst talking to someone else. I was tempted to wave back at him but I'd drop my milk if I did!! The cashier lady who got stuck with me (Please go to Till No. 1) seemed pretty straight faced. I said hello in the usual way I do (which is mostly energetic but not psychotic) and she responded in equal measure, put my stuff in a bag, I paid and that was that!

As it's my local, I'm hoping it won't be an issue.

Next was heading down to Plaistow to work for a few hours. The light was pretty dim by 3.45pm but - as you may have noticed - the mesh I've sewn in has a 95% visibility rate so it's not an issue at all. I got to the tube station, and swiped in as normal (I keep my oyster card in my glove(s) so I'm not constantly looking for it. Plus!!! I get to "use the force" to open the barriers) and went down the escalators as opposed to standing by one side. A lot of bemused faces in the opposite direction :-)

As this was just shy of rush hour, there were a good few people in the tube and of course trying to put two-and-two together was on their mind. I'd probably do the same if I saw someone wearing Caterpillar boots, black rolled up sports socks...lycra leggings, a massive 3/4 length jacket, the same lycra on their face, a beanie and headphones...wait what's wrong with their face?

And this, is where two people seemed to have gotten stuck. One man got on the tube and sat next to me....RIGHT next to me. I don't know how long it took but his glare was burning a hole in my lycra! (figuratively) So I turned and faced him directly and said..."hellloooo???" to which he kinda choked, took his bag and sat else where. I tried to keep quiet, I really did. But I burst out laughing.

Then noticed a long line of dirt on my jacket...clearly the force is not strong in this jacket.

Next, close to Plaistow but not quite, a younger man got on and seemed to have some valuable piece of material in a bag, one could only presume was a drycleaned garment of some description. I didn't pay much attention to him, as he was *just* within my field of view.

Until he moved to the other side of the carriage. Where by he couldn't help but stare, mouth wide open right at me. Even with me looking at him, he just kept on gawping. So I tilted my head to one side and waved rather emphatically. I think he turned every shade of red before hitting crimson. Ruffling his little tabloid paper with as much concentration as he could muster, frowning like he were holding a penny in between the furrows of his brow, he turned away only to find me standing behind him....this stop was Plaistow. He froze momentarily (probably thought I was going to do something to him? I don't know) and I just brushed by him as I was running late. He followed and kept up with me up until the barriers. Like a true Jedi, I willed the barriers open and disappeared before he could catch up...

Ah...At work, slightly late but no bother. The folks there were bemused, enticed and equally scared sh*tless by what I was wearing. I asked the lady - who couldn't look at me as she spoke to me - what exactly it was about what I was wearing that freaked her out so much. For the most part it's the lack of identifiers on the face (eyes, ears, cheeks, nose, mouth, chin, jawline etc.) that freaks people out but she said that wasn't it...she just "couldn't look" at me. I tried to get her to elaborate but there were more important things to do, and I don't like making people uncomfortable if there's no way of rationalising something (no time to figure that one out).

So I got asked to keep my suit on for the first half and these are some of the images that resulted:

From my POV, it was certainly stupendously different from the norm! I enjoy being naked (if you've not figured it out, you never will) and the interactive way I respond to classes and vice versa...However, wearing the Zentai suit encouraged a focussed mental dissociative state which resulted in me being aware of my outer body as opposed to how my body was holding a pose (external versus internal). Does that make sense? Probably not. It's hard to explain something that was profoundly felt I guess.

That left me in a little bit of a daze and the rest of the class proceeded as normal (as in totally buck nekkid, hehe).

I failed to mention the security guard as I entered the building. He knows who I am but obviously with no face (but the same jacket) he ignored me until he heard my voice. I sort of understood but was still a bit perplexed as to his not even opening the window. It all became clear when I had a chat with him on the way out (further explaining my erm..."performance"? a 28 day performance? I think not) and his reasoning was due to an altercation that involved balaclava's quite recently, his guard clearly was hightened. As I was tired, I bade him adieu and he wished me luck with it.

The journey home was standard, and I actually can't remember anything significant as I think I had pretty much switched off by then...autopilot is GO!

After a rather mentally stretching first day, I can truely say I'm shattered...



Still some teething problems, but yeah it's Monday!! and i'm in my zentai and it feels goooooood :-)

Free morning so will be spending it typing out the rules and all that jazz on the blog.


Monday...Bloody Monday...

Good Morning!

It certainly is over here...the sky is clear and the sun is shining. It's probably bloody cold outside. I won't know till the afternoon though as I have to work then, "south of the river" so lots of public transport to walk through like a normal upstanding citizen.


So! What's this all about? What's the point? Why am I doing this? etc.

I'll tell you:

This basically is the aftermath of the walkabout on southbank I did with Zentai_s at the end of last year. We were chatting on a messenger about it and he asked me, "would you wear your Zentai for a month?"...I thought about it and given the relative freedom I have, I said, "yeah why not?".

Initially this was all meant to go down in January but i actually was quite busy and the logistics (and mental preparation, yes that happens too!) just weren't right. So I agreed to February and to document it as proof and for anyone out there who's at all curious about it.

And here we are :-)

Now this isn't some huge experiment in prolonged enclosure. As I've not spent as much time as i really should have on modifying this suit (and making and modifying another one! I'm just going to make one). It's more of a social experiment between myself and...well...London really. Just to reinforce that this is NOT an endurance course to see how long i can explicitly stay in Zentai. I know who I am...I want to know who everyone else is (or at least how they respond).

No groups, no special days. Just me, in Zentai, doing what I normally do but just wearing attire that's a bit different from the norm! Funnily enough, they were referred to as "Posh long johns"
by someone...they are kinda...aren't they?

Anyway, so basic things I must stick to for the next month:
  • Whenever I leave the house, I must be wearing Zentai. If I have to go to work, I must wear the Zentai to work and from work. Whenever possible to wear it whilst working.
  • Idling at home, again, I must be wearing Zentai. For the time being the hood will be taken down when eating/drinking.
  • (Obviously) Taking a shower means that the Zentai will be taken off, but put back on straight after.
  • I shall be switching between two Zentai suits, so whilst i sleep in one the other will probably be hanging to dry for a "fresh skin" the next day :-)
  • I'll be swimming at least 2 times a week, and to start off with will be wearing my swimsuit for that. In the long run (as it's been suggested) I might actually wear my Zentai as well as the swimsuit :-)
  • If an authority tells me to take off the hood (with a fully justified explanation) I will do so
Uh...yeah. I can't think of anything else there. If I've missed out something glaringly obvious, gimme a nudge. I'm a 24 year old girl (woman/lady whatever) who lives in London. I don't have an office job...I have 4 jobs that come and go during the week so things are pretty flexible. I'm teaching myself how to make my own Zentai outfits amongst other things. A little bit happy-go-lucky, and my shame button broke a long time ago. Yes, I have no shame.

That's it for now...I need to finish sewing something, and draw on Monday (black Babushka doll) and probably go outside for a stroll to my corner shop as i need some food!


Just a test

Making sure things are talking to each other! And i think they are...

OK going to bed now.