So, seeing as I do plan to run through the vendors at IML, I figured I should ask the boyfriend if there was anything he wanted me to pick up for him. On the list of things that I refused to pick up for him whether he wanted them or not, I included Slaveboy, sling (just too big to carry), or shower douches. I did, in fact, give the reason specified in the strip. That’s all I need is to walk around giving everyone the impression that not only am I a bottom, but I’m soon to be an incredibly clean bottom.
Not that if I were going to be a bottom, I would be anything BUT clean.
But everyone already knows that I’m as pure as a the driven snow… the well-driven snow. With a slurry of snow and salt mixed with mud and tiny little rocks. That’s how I roll.
Regardless, I do want to pick Mike up SOMETHING as a little gift that says I’m thinking about him while surrounded by leather-dudes, whips, paddles, and giant whale-penis dildos. Seriously, though – if I came home with a whale-penis dildo as a gift, I’m fairly sure that would be grounds for divorce. Unless I gave the impression that I only intended it to be a centerpiece on our coffee table, and even then…
I feel like I should also mention somewhere in the blog that one of the classic descriptions of a Hipster is someone who does something not because it’s cool – but because it’s so uncool that it’s ironically cool. Get it? Neither do I. Regardless, the concept of it amused me for the strip in the context of someone because a sexual Hipster. I do imagine there are some people out there who know everything about every type of sex act in the world, every fetish, every types of sex toy, etc… And if those folks are often found at parties mocking others for their lack of knowledge and scoffing at the pervo-newbies, then perhaps, yes, sexual Hipsters DO exist.
“Psh, I was wearing a bondage harness before it was cool!”
I’m sure I’ll run into my share of those at Bear Pride as well. Regardless, that’s the least of my concerns for a run – and to be honest, the more “colorful” people I meet, the better overall. The only thing that really disappoints me is when I hear that people who read my strip saw me somewhere and didn’t say hello. I’m horrible with faces… and I mean that because I think I know everyone and I’m terrible with names. So for fucks sake – throw me a damn bone if you see me and come up and introduce yourself. Regardless of what I’m doing, I can only assure you that I’m cool with it.
For now, though – I’ve got a month and a half to wait for my trip to Chicago and work to attend to tomorrow morning… so I suppose I should get my priorities straight and head to bed. Ta-ta for now!