I will egg no more forever
(I don't think I can even be an egg since that assumes white on the outside, so let's say more like a lemon-filled doughnut.)
In any event, I would say my tolerance level for subcultures and alternative lifestyles is pretty high, more so than for groups of regular people but I think I've gone as far as I can with the people of the bjd world. It was one thing when I could safely say I wasn't one of them and I was just there as an observer but now that I have a bjd, they have welcomed me into the fold and the latest bjd meet took a turn for the creepy. I had a peek behind the curtain and I can say, with certainty, that I do not want.
The people are very nice, which is part of the problem because they all, and I do mean ALL, like to overshare and they seem to want to out-"edge" each other with the crazy and alternative-ness.
I like lists. Conversations I was present for:
1. Customizer discussing her latest project which was to sculpt anatomically correct horse penis and testicles onto a bjd centaur body.
2. A heated and involved discussion on the accuracy of the latest doll body sculpt from a certain manufacturer where the women present compared that doll's body to their own, in detail, with a focus on the breasts.
3. During the announcement of the raffle prize, it was decided that "one person, one prize" and how if you didn't have a spouse or partner present to win a second prize with your tickets, you could substitute your doll so you could win more prizes. No one took the owner up on this only because all the male dolls were homosexual and all the girl dolls already had partners.
4. While admiring the detail on an artist-made doll (someone working out of their garage as opposed to one of the big companies) which happened to be dressed as a dominatrix, someone else came up to me and handed me their doll which was dressed, so I was informed, in accurate, working bondage gear, made by the owner who was herself into bondage and knew whereof she spoke. She had also made accessories for it, including a spreader bar (whose very name made me wince) for the legs or arms, and also had a whip but didn't bring it because it was too big.
5. One lady had bought a doll because it looked like her granddaughter which wasn't all that frightening except that it reminded me of that BBC America documentary on the reborn dolls and thus it was creepy by association.
Yeah. I don't think I'll be going to any more unless it's in a private home and I keep my car running.
In any event, I would say my tolerance level for subcultures and alternative lifestyles is pretty high, more so than for groups of regular people but I think I've gone as far as I can with the people of the bjd world. It was one thing when I could safely say I wasn't one of them and I was just there as an observer but now that I have a bjd, they have welcomed me into the fold and the latest bjd meet took a turn for the creepy. I had a peek behind the curtain and I can say, with certainty, that I do not want.
The people are very nice, which is part of the problem because they all, and I do mean ALL, like to overshare and they seem to want to out-"edge" each other with the crazy and alternative-ness.
I like lists. Conversations I was present for:
1. Customizer discussing her latest project which was to sculpt anatomically correct horse penis and testicles onto a bjd centaur body.
2. A heated and involved discussion on the accuracy of the latest doll body sculpt from a certain manufacturer where the women present compared that doll's body to their own, in detail, with a focus on the breasts.
3. During the announcement of the raffle prize, it was decided that "one person, one prize" and how if you didn't have a spouse or partner present to win a second prize with your tickets, you could substitute your doll so you could win more prizes. No one took the owner up on this only because all the male dolls were homosexual and all the girl dolls already had partners.
4. While admiring the detail on an artist-made doll (someone working out of their garage as opposed to one of the big companies) which happened to be dressed as a dominatrix, someone else came up to me and handed me their doll which was dressed, so I was informed, in accurate, working bondage gear, made by the owner who was herself into bondage and knew whereof she spoke. She had also made accessories for it, including a spreader bar (whose very name made me wince) for the legs or arms, and also had a whip but didn't bring it because it was too big.
5. One lady had bought a doll because it looked like her granddaughter which wasn't all that frightening except that it reminded me of that BBC America documentary on the reborn dolls and thus it was creepy by association.
Yeah. I don't think I'll be going to any more unless it's in a private home and I keep my car running.
Labels: Gatherings, Paranoia, Toys
posted by CMURB at 1:14 PM
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(*shudder*)
Walk away now and don't look back.
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