Ladies, let’s get real about thigh holsters. They’re not comfortable. But honestly, as a small-framed woman, I don’t find carrying a firearm anywhere on my body comfy. Discomfort? It’s basically my love language, between stilettos that pinch, eccentric fitted fashions that hug every curve, and concealing a weapon, I’ve been conditioned to embrace it. Hell, it’s a way of life I better damn well love.
I rock thigh holsters almost daily. And yeah, they demand a whole new level of invasive acceptance. Some carry methods feel less intrusive, but if you’re like me… obsessed with dresses in all styles and fabrics, you’ve got work to do to become a competent thigh-holster-packin’ mama. One day, it might sit perfectly on the outside of your thigh under a full skirt and petticoat. The next? You’re in a fitted number, and suddenly your pistol grip is riding high and tight right into the girl bits. Yep, I call it the “Compact in the Cooch”. Truth bomb: For some of us, that’s the most action we’ve seen in ages. Well, enjoy it, ladies!
If you’re determined to stay strapped in style, you’ve gotta pay the price and suck up the discomfort. Thigh holsters ain’t for the faint of heart. You have to work ’em, train in ’em, and deal with the chafing, circulation cut-off, and those fancy marks left on your leg by day’s end. Your husband might give you side-eye, thinking, “Damn, jealous of that pistol…”
Sure, there’s purse carry. I do it sometimes when I have no other options due to my fashion, but we all know it’s not ideal. Lord knows I’ve set my purse down with my gun in it and panicked when I couldn’t find it. We’ve all got those stories… I’ll just sit here and spill on myself. LOL.
So, here’s the hard facts, gals: No matter how you carry, train, train, train. If you wanna dial in that thigh holster life, I’ve got a class for it. You, your fashion, and your gun on the range with me, trying different positions. I suppose it’s like Kama Sutra for you and your gun. It’s real. It’s raw. It’s empowering as hell.
I get it… this method won’t work for everyone. But thunder thighs? They don’t have to stop you. My brother calls me “Beef Cake” ’cause I’m compact and sturdy—no thigh gap here; my upper thighs rub like old friends. I’ve worn my thigh holster on long walks and ended up with a rash that lasted a week. Oh well. My firearm will not dictate my fashion, so I sucked up the discomfort and vowed to figure out how to prevent it next time. I won’t stop wearing it… that’s the mindset you need when learning to conceal carry as a fashion-loving woman.
Train to be dangerous, Darling!
Hannah
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