Ok. People who know more about this professional conference stuff than I do:
The workshop I got into at the conference I'm going to in SF at the end of October requires that the participants "submit 5-10 pages of a work in progress, ranging from transcript to polished manuscript, for prior circulation to all registrants."
It looks like I'm going to send in about 7 pages of a very rough transcript. Should I include a summary of my project? Some sort of introduction? I'm actually pretty nervous about this, especially since I found out that the workshop is limited to 10 people and the leader is the former president of the association.
I really do want to know what "toy boats" as a fetish consists of. Usually I can figure stuff out, but not this one.
And connie, right there with you. I'm forever explaining stuff to people (most recently, what a reach-around is) who ask how I know.
Good going, Daisy! Have a drink on us. On you.
Wait - we're drinking off of Daisy?? Whoo! Body shots!
Luckily my kink knowledge is a pretty tidy subset of Dirty Man #1 at the centre, so I only get asked questions if he's not there.
I think I knew more about the cars/mud/women fetish than he did, but otherwise we're equal to him pulling slightly ahead.
He "defends" himself by saying he only answers what he's asked, and that I keep volunteering info. Which is mildly true, but I didn't tell the teenager about safewords. I didn't think she'd need one.
And, in my defense, she only used it twice.
Aw. You know you've been in Bitches for a while when you can remember back when Teppy really was vanilla. I mean, VERY vanilla! French vanilla, even - we had whole conversations about the sheer lack of kink. (And when Aimee was the Fair Fiancee, and when Billytea lived in the US and was married to somebody else, and when JZ and Hec were a seekrit, and Pete was an unknown quantity, and Bitches used to randomly segue into bits of NC17 RPS starring Spike.)
See, this is what I get for believing people. I've been fondly imagining the liberation of Miss Teppy all this time, only to find out she didn't need liberating.
If it helps at all, I really was married to someone else.
Ah, yes. The "How did you meet?" issue. Generally, saying "oh, you know, the usual -- through friends," tends to work, except when you get really nosy people like *my parents* (eeeeek!), who ask, "Oh, what friends?"
Hee. Wallybee and I met through an online dating site, and she's still somewhat concerned about how that would play with some of her relatives. It was a while before she even told her parents.
Being kinky is never an excuse for poor manners.
Well, yeah. Preach it! Politely.
When I know something like that that ita doesn't, it scares me.
Hee. I freaked out my younger brother once when he found that I'd known for years what bukkake was, and he'd only heard of it last week.
o wait! I wonder if that tear-in-eye->whatAreYouThinking->AnalSex situation was something contrived in Hustler or some such mag for guys to get some back door action. Adding to the "I'm a sensitive 90's kind of guy that just wants to be held.... (and fuck you up the ass)"
Ok, that's a woman with amazingly flexible shoulder joints.
Nothing like coming home to sex talk!
Yeah. Unless you still live with your parents.
Yeah seriously, do what with the toy boats now? I've been reading Savage Love since the
Hey Faggot
days and I never heard of a toy boat fetish.
Also brussels sprouts rule.
I just printed a recipe for borscht but one of the instructions is (after boiling it with some other vegetables) to take out and discard the beet. Does that seem right to you?
I googles "toy boat fetish" and got Zuni fetishes (the little charms) at a toy store called toyboat.com
While not as horrifying as ita's porngoogle links (and really, what is?) I am no more enlightened.
It can't be as scary as goatse, though.
