Call of Duty did to guns what 50 Shades did to BDSM.
Oh, and we watched Secretary after. Good movie.
So, this Friday we hopped into a friend’s Honda with her girlfriend, mine, me, and another who I was gratified to find out had read Gibson. Our Destination: The Citadel, San Francisco, for the BENT youth event. Although this month it was pirate-themed, I came in my every day basic black with tanker boots, and Neuroslave/Wet-Chrome in her Max Capacity shirt, the one with April O-Neal all tied up.
This was my first dungeon visit, and didn’t entirely know what to expect, but I had some pre-conceptions. It was going to be full of people who ignored 18-30 age limit, it was going to be full of lone, awkward white males who just want a quick fuck. But I was forgetting, this was San Francisco, and they have standards.
We show our IDs, get through the door, pay the money and sign in, get our bearings in the changing room, and eventually make our way to the main dungeon play area. So far, everyone seems about our age, very good-looking for the most part, cool people. Any weirdness of seeing friends and strangers running around in various states of undress just kind of dissipated after a few minutes.
On the floor, I was first hit by how good the music was, really. Like, I wanted to buy a physical CD of that stuff, a kind of electro-industrial slow beat with twists of dubstep wub. The lighting was dim enough to keep atmosphere, yet bright enough to see everything you want. You could immediately see why they say staring isn’t really a problem- there’s too much to look at.
Here a young Asian man rigging up a suspension with lightning-quick hands, there a pair of girls alternating between flogging and wandering with their mouths, there something you don’t really want to see, there a guy in a black latex bodysuit with an Anubis mask that appears to be rigged for SCUBA, the odd couple fucking, a catgirl crawling along the floor… the sensory overload is exactly the kind of thing I love, the kind that makes me wish I could record my memories and go back in an editing program to look closer at the details. The diametric opposite of minimalism.
As this was our first time, Neuro and I mostly watched and learned, but afterward resolved to participate at the next event. While the local scene may not offer much for us, The Bay has always felt like going home. Now I’ve got another reason to get down there.
Duct tape swivel flogger! Believe it or not, the look is out of sheer convenience. I ran out of silver duct tape, and the dummy .50 BMG round was the most handle-like object I had lying around. This is a quick fix for my flogger itch- it’ll probably come apart after a few heavy uses, but not bad for spare tape and less than two hours of work.
Reading the Wikipedia article on “Corset Controversy”, I was struck by how well the correspondence and articles would have fit in the comments and writing sections of FetLife today.
You get a similar effect when you look at ancient Roman graffiti and realize it’s just low-tech 4chan. I always find it fascinating whenever I come across pre-internet examples of behavior we’ve only just started noticing, and attributing to the net.
improper firearm handling aside.
mmm gunplay
I’d be tempted to try gunplay with my sub using airshit, if they wouldn’t immediately recognize it as such.
(Source: yodaliane)