Playtexland

Description: When I was a boy, I had just about every kind of toy a kid could want. But none of them ever stimulated me like the wonders in my mom’s girdle and bra drawer. “Playtexland” - as I called it - was a place where a small boy could be a big girl, for a little while. Every time I pulled open the drawer, my fingers trembled with excitement. Imagine, if you will, yards of industrial strength rubber and elastic, just waiting to contort my nondescript figure into something Monroe-esque. Then imagine me home alone, unsupervised for hours with this cornucopia of contouring constriction…