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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?


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I wanted to present her with an introduction, not cause her to completely stop associating with me. :) Any party with a genuine sex room or well-equipped dungeon is... well... *intimidating* the first time, even for someone who's interested in that stuff.

Yeah, you're probably right. Still, it'd make one hell of a fun way to actually meet someone who you know under completely different circumstances.

"And, currently strapped into the St. Andrew's Cross is Ursula Vernon, being hit with a banded leather flogger on her breasts."
"Hi Ursula, I know you on LJ..."
*slap*
"I'm Altonwings, we've talked intermittently via your journal before..."
*slap*
"I gotta ask, I always wondered what kind of food you fed Ben..."
*slap*
"Well, you're busy right now, I'll ask later when you come down."
*slap*

Yeah--that would definitely be a bit much for someone totally new to the scene. Any scene, really.


you forgot "When can we see the new cover for Nurk? You know, the childrens book you wrote" ;D

Congratulations. You have just tapped into one of my greatest fears, before I even knew it existed.

Could I get that notarized? My wife needs to know that I really have been successful at least once this week.

*grin* Oh, relax--I don't spook THAT easily. Now, if you ever want me to completely stop associating with you, the mention of your embracing intelligent design will be a much quicker and surer method...

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