That guy from my frat actually just asked me if I’ve ever heard of Feminist Ryan Gosling. Seriously?
So, I had no issue bullying him a little. Because I think it’s been too long since I bullied him. And because I think he deserves it.
Month: September 2012
Like a Brisket, Part Thirteen
StandardWhen everything was cleared away and everyone was untied, we all just sat around and talked and goofed off. It was strangely comfortable. I felt as if I had known these people for a while, even though I had only met two out of the three that day. It was so nice I didn’t want to leave.
As I was on my way to get my shoes, Craftsmate gave me a hug. “See?” He said, “sometimes things like this work out well.”
He was referencing my previous paranoia that doing munches and stuff like that would just end horribly. I admit, despite some moments of anxiety, I was incredibly pleasantly surprised. So, let it be known that Ivy’s first munch went well and the freak-outs were kept to a pretty fair minimum, all things considered.
Like a Brisket, Part Twelve
While I was hogtied on the floor and the Prodigy was tying up Craftsmate, I got really subspaced. I attribute to this to a few factors:
- I was pretty stringently hogtied and feeling tied up and helpless like that gets me pretty fast.
- Craftsmate was feeding me grapes from the farmer’s market out of his hand which sort of emphasized the feeling of helplessness for me.
- At one point, Penthouse asked to duct-tape my mouth and I consented. It stayed like that for a fairly short period of time, but that only added to it.
- Penthouse knelt down next to me and was asking me if I was subspaced in this vaguely condescending tone that I like which pretty much cemented it.
- The group was discussing hemp and Craftsmate was like, “wait, you can’t buy that here?” And I started subspacedly mumbling about the FDA banning it. Penthouse reached down and petted my head while I was talking which, uh, yeah. Cement sealed.
Of course, the whole time I’m yelling at myself in my head not to get subspaced. I thought it would make everything awkward and I even apologized for it once I came out of it. I guess I just, even around the people I should be most comfortable enjoying it around, was unsure if it would be weird to actually enjoy myself beyond the academic “ah this is very fascinating” sense of enjoyment.
But, subspaced Ivy knows her US History. So, there’s that.
Like a Brisket, Part Eleven
From my spot on the floor, I couldn’t really see what was going on with The Prodigy and Craftsmate. I know Penthouse was partially talking her through some of the basics, but she was mostly doing the “tying like a brisket” herself.
Eventually, and while I was partially sub-spaced (which I’ll describe in detail in the next post, swearsies), I suddenly heard Penthouse exclaim how amazing that was. I looked up and saw some pretty impressive rope-work, especially considering that this was The Prodigy’s first time tying someone up.
“Oh man,” Craftsmate exclaimed, looking over his shoulder at the ropes, “this is like…this is the before picture. And damn. This is the before picture.”
Photo from here.