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So last night, I went to a fetish party.

This is not something I normally do, but what the hell. A buddy of mine had offered to act as my mobile shield wall/native guide, and while you can accuse me of many, many things, lack of curiosity is not among them. The reasons I wanted to be an anthropologist were not all related to having seen Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom five hundred times.

And it was interesting. Not terribly well-populated, and admittedly there is only so much amusement I can derive from watching drunken frat boys electrocute various bits of their anatomy, but...interesting.  (Personally, electricity is of no erotic interest to me whatsoever--after that nerve conduction test a few years back, I can't even hear a bug zapper without twitching. Still, whatever floats your goat...) I suspect I am not enough of a voyeur to find such things really interesting, but like anything, it's probably more fun if you know more people.

This morning, I got up, entirely too early given how late I was out, and went to the flea market. Since my Fiestaware was the only survivor of my move, I took it as a sign and picked up an assortment, plus a couple of earthenware bowls that appealled to me.  And a duck decoy. I suspect I should resign myself to collecting duck decoys--I bought one a year or so back on a whim before I realized just how much I liked it, and have been keeping an idle eye out for them ever since. Mind you, this is not particularly a point in my life--living in a friend's house, everything I own in boxes, income severely curtailed--when I need to be buying duck decoys, but I run across them so rarely, and I have learned, like all collectors, to buy it when you see it, damnit.

So now my personal effects in my temporary base of operations consist of one suitcase of clothes, a radio, a stack of used books, a barong sculpture, a laptop and a duck decoy.  Because you gotta have the essentials, right?


And don't forget to get an entire zoo of bean bag plushies, an assortment of various bird tail feathers, and a homemade beaded Papago urn.

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Electrical stuff does nothing for me, either. Ever since I was 12, and took apart a small transistor radio, unwrapped the copper and shorted out the entire upstairs of the house.

Frankly, if you really want to go to a fetish party, at least make it one of the quarterly parties where you can see a variety of BDSM stuffs. Just don't sit down in the sex room and think you'll be getting any peace and quiet.

So... how does one get invited to this kind of party?

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The duck decoy is a familiar in disguise. He *is* essential.

My general opinion of fetish/BDSM is that, even as someone very much into it myself, it's not a lot of fun to watch unless I know the people involved. There are exceptions--intricate rope bondage can be captivating from a purely technical standpoint, for example--but for the most part I like watching people's emotional reactions, not their physical ones, and the ways the play is an expression of intimacy, which are hard to see unless I actually know the people in a regular, not-beating-eachother-up context as well.

Barong!

I've got Serigala, the wolfen Barong what stands guard at the Temple of Death and such, mmm hmm.

*points and dribbles down chin*
WANT.

Yes, sadly anthropology is rather lacking in the whips and fedora's department. I am an archaeologist and I am still waiting for a situation where I can shout. " That belongs in a museum!" Don't think its ever gonna happen but I still hold out hope.

Oh, you're just not archaeologizing in the right places. Every couple of years I join an expedition where we are routinely surveying around 1000 year old pottery, alters, stone tools, and skeletons. The Indiana Jones Factor is extremely high.

-jr

Watching drunken frat boys electrocute various bits of their anatomy really only does one thing for me... Gives proof-positive that you can get a drunk frat boy to do just about anything with or to their genitalia...

... and yes, it's more fun if you know the people.

So now my personal effects in my temporary base of operations consist of one suitcase of clothes, a radio, a stack of used books, a barong sculpture, a laptop and a duck decoy. Because you gotta have the essentials, right?

Don't forget the eight metric-ton tub of Red Vines. *grin* btw: they're 28 calories each. Practically a meal.

-jr

ah, but you need a jackalope. get settled and we can send you one.

electrocuting bits just doesn't do it for me.

So now my personal effects in my temporary base of operations consist of one suitcase of clothes, a radio, a stack of used books, a barong sculpture, a laptop and a duck decoy. Because you gotta have the essentials, right?

Well, with that collection of stuff, if you ever get hungry enough you can always launch the decoy and clock any ducks that land nearby with the sculpture or whack them with books ;)

personally, I'm in love with http://invaltdesign.etsy.com cups and cupcake plates.

but I don't really trust international mail to deliver them to me in just two pieces.

Isn't Fiestaware painted with Uranium?

That's what I always heard... and they make Geiger counters go nuts.

Ducks are such a comfortable shape...

drunken frat boys electrocuting various bits of their anatomy isn't really how I imagined a fetish party.

Call me traditionalist, but I imagined something involving more wips, handcuffs, and leather outfits...

And don't fergit the sheep in red latex lingerie!