My Guilty Pleasure.
admin | 03/16/2010I went to a fetish meeting, a poly-amoury meeting, and had dinner with a cross dresser and her girl friend after breaking my glasses. You would think that blog post would write itself.
I keep forgetting how small of a world it really is sometimes. I have been in Atlanta for about a week at this point, and I spent sunday hanging out with a friend of mine Ana. Being a local, she knows a lot of the local subcultures better than I do. Plus she has a car, so I needed her help to get around. Unfortunately saturday I had three seizures, so my memory was still a little fried.
One of the first places we went, was the meeting for the young professional fetishes. I kept seeing faces that looked familiar, but I couldn’t place them. Then I saw a guy who the first thing I said was that he looks like the creepy kid from Boy scouts. Turned out, he is actually just really good with rope and teaches knot tying. So I was close. Just not right.
After that was the local poly-amorous meeting. Lots more familiar faces and stuff, but I just couldn’t place names. Granted I had been out of Atlanta for a year, and hadn’t seen those people in a while. Seeing all those familiar faces, and not being able to place a name was getting to be a bit much. Then it hit me like bad gas. I know all of those people from Frolicon a few years ago. Or from when I worked security at South East LeatherFest. Several of the people knew who I was oddly enough. So hanging out with the local fetishist I found myself among familiar faces.
That’s a kinda odd feeling.











