Don’t get me wrong there are some really weird fetishes out there. I got a little prickly with my friend for hating on him. Recently I was talking to a friend who was seriously bashing the guy she was seeing who had a fetish that was a bit, erm, out of the ordinary. Although that would be a fun joke–perhaps I am lying to you! Can you really trust me when my most trusted resources are Urban Dictionary and Wikipedia? I promise you can click on any of these links and it won’t take you to any xxx sites. What? I was on lunch!Īny other vegans ever feel awkward about their vegan status? I want to hear your awkward vegan moments! Or just awkward moments in general…I once tried to get a pen out of my purse in class and accidentally flung a tampon at the boy next to me. I have only been here about 4 months, so I wonder what will happen in April when my birthday rolls around–assuming I last that long and don’t get fired because of the contents of my browser history (Friday on my lunch break I spent 40 minutes reading up on gimps and BDSM for my gimp post…).

So, yeah, office food parties are always awkward for me. I have found that veganism makes people nervous, as if I am judging them–I am not, I swear! I don’t sit around saying “DO YOU KNOW WHAT THEY DO TO PIGS/WHAT IS IN YOUR MILK/HOW MANY BYCATCH SEA CREATURES DIE SO YOU CAN EAT THAT SPICY TUNA ROLL?” so I hate when I hear “but like, how do you get your protein/no wonder you’re so skinny/What about cheese?!” I do it anyways, but usually I feel a bit of judgement coming my way. Real talk: Unless I am surrounded by other vegans, I usually feel sort of awkward turning down food. Luckily, my boss laughed (she at least pretends I am funny). “Veganism is so socially awkward sometimes,” I finished. “Even though I will just be standing around awkwardly while you all eat your ice-cream and repetitively ask why I am not partaking!” I continued. Right before that, as I was heading out to do my bank errands/make an ass out of myself in front of saucy teller, my boss reminded me to be back by 2:30 as we are having Flying Saucers for a coworker’s birthday. He then looked at me like I had something hanging out of my nose. Probably he was just being friendly, but it made me nervous anyways.

I drool over him every time I go in there, partially because he is a fox (he looks some sort of juicy middle-eastern ethnicity), and because he is rocking a wedding ring so that makes him completely off limits. On Friday I was at the bank next to my office where I go to deposit my whopping free-lance checks during lunch, and the teller tried to chat me up. I make awkward jokes and references to things nobody else understands, and then I laugh at them alone. This leather (or rubber) body suit usually covers the hands and feet and looks like it would be great for scuba diving, also.Įveryone else is eating cheese (image by graur razvan ionut) But what makes a gimp a gimp as opposed to some guy who wants to be handcuffed and gagged and bossed about and whatnot? Well, usually it is the signature full leather body suit and head mask. A gimp is a submissive sex slave, usually male, that gets all hopped up by being bound usually in leather (sooo not vegan) and told what to do. Some people (hi mom!) might be reading and going what is a gimp? No, not someone who is crippled-that would be totally un-PC of me. My friend Andy (who I have to mention is also obsessed with snakes and has a bunch in his basement and is that not kinky all on its own? I think it is) gave me the idea for this post, so, thanks Andy, when can I come by and play with your trouser crotch snakes? Okay back on track: How much kink is too much? Leather boots? Hand cuffs? A bit of pony play? Alright how about full on gimp-status BDSM submissives, lock-me-in-your-box style a la Pulp Fiction?

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