Yeah guys with big handcuffs the new measure of dick size. In the rope world we have them in the form of the I can do the most people in the air types or the let me show you the knot you should really be using types. Nothing piss’s me off more or kills a space for me when someone comes over and does the im hitting on the person your with routine by waving my (Insert whatever fallacy of greatness here)

Assholes be warned, step too far over the line and Maymay will bring it. And unlike me, he knows where the line is. So watch out.

Although I think the moment it went from normal idiot to overstepping the line was definitely the handcuffs. I am, in general, a visitor from a different kink, but if someone had done something like that to me or a friend of mine, it would have certainly made my blood boil. I think you reacted the right way though. But yes, these assholes are everywhere.

Mirehn

While I did see the cuffs, I missed this entire interaction of course, as I was wrapped up in my own conversation. I heard all about it later, mind you. I’ll agree with Wendy and boymeat that it really is just the whole “there are asshats in all parts of human experience” factor. Doesn’t make it any less irritating, of course.

May, you know, I totally get your vicious desire to defend your friends. I get the same way about my friends. Its very primal. When I consider someone ‘mine’, and someone else hurt them, it tends to get unpleasant.

Why is it this weekend, everyone seems to be writing about or dealing with fucktardery? Are the stars all wonky again?

Sometimes I really don’t want to share spaces with M/f. It’s not right, to think that way, I guess. But because I am fat and shy and inquisitive and not dressed like a cock, mandoms always hit on me (not that I’m pretty). It makes me really uncomfortable.

The SM scene is nothing more than a micro slice of general society. Unfortunately, due to that, we get our large percentage of assholes. Sad, but true.

Very true. This is exactly why I feel just as uncomfortable in everyday society as I do in most of kink society. Frankly, neither environment is much to my liking. Little wonder I feel like so much of this world is not where I should be.

there are perfectly nice fellows who you even know here in NYC that have those German cuffs, and would be happy to hand them over and watch others enjoy them for a time. :-)

I’m going to remember that. ;)

Elizabeth,

FWIW, I find that I sort of like running into to stupid assholes like your handcuff guy nowadays because they are so much fun to take down.

I’ve done that in the past, too, though unlike you and Rona, I don’t find it quite as amusing anymore. Of course, I also get fewer opportunities to do so seeing as how most of these people don’t seem to notice my presence to begin with. Most of my subversion takes the form of perceived innocence.

I’m more than a little mortified by the fact that, in putting up with it, I let the two of you down. I could see you were getting irritated, but I was too knackered to do anything about it, for which I apologize.

That’s not something you I think that you need to apologize for. I could just as easily have slipped away from the conversation as you could have stopped his attentions toward you, but I didn’t. It’s not your job to make sure I enjoy my conversations, it’s mine. :)

The first is to thank you for your impulse to look out for me. There was a time I would have been offended by the implication that I couldn’t look out for myself, but a) you just met me so you had no idea whether or not I could, b) I unfortunately know a hell of a lot of people who can’t, and c) I tend to have the same impulse myself. I watch like a cat to make certain people aren’t getting pounced.

Something I wrote in the first paragraph this post deserves a bit of a brief explanation: I think my friends can sense a distance I place between myself and them, and it’s that distance of my own making that causes me to describe them as not-quite-friends in scene spaces, even though I value them beyond measure and acknowledge their friendship. (As an aside, the English language really has such a horrible dearth of words to describe friendship.)

However, that informs two things. First, that even people, like my friends, who can take care of themselves deserve to be defended viciously. In fact, people who I don’t even know, or like, deserve to be defended in that manner—and I’ve done that before, too. Second, that friendship is fluid and that the value I see in people differs from person to person.

The second is to say that several times in the dungeon over the weekend I could see that you were looking unhappy, but I didn’t know what to do about it. My impulse was to go over and hug you and talk to you try to make you feel better, but I’d just met you and it seemed inappropriate or presumptous. Especially since when I’m unhappy in similar ways I desperately don’t want anyone to notice.

For what it’s worth, I noticed that you noticed. Also, with all my years of practice, if I’d had wanted no one to notice, no one would have. ;)

I was so thrilled to have had the chance to meet you and Eileen

I was thrilled to have met you, too! I only wish we had met sooner. So hey, thanks for commenting.

Of course, the funny comment I wanted to leave was that there are perfectly nice fellows who you even know here in NYC that have those German cuffs, and would be happy to hand them over and watch others enjoy them for a time. :-)