Having been around for a while, I’ve seen many things in BDSM that made me smile. Fortunately, there were much fewer that made me squick (i.e., made me go, “E-e-e-e-ew!”).
Smile: Driving down the Pacific Coast Highway on a sunny spring day and seeing an attractive young lady in a Mercedes convertible with a license plate saying ‘SLAV ONE’.
Squick: When I worked in a Fetish store, I got a call from a mature Middle Eastern woman asking if the store had chastity belts. I explained to her that we had leather ones for males. As the conversation evolved beyond that, I realized that she was talking about real metal ones for her daughters …and not for fetish purposes. That struck me so much that I had to turn the phone over to another store associate.
Smile: Driving down the Pacific Coast Highway on a sunny spring day and seeing an attractive young lady in a Mercedes convertible with a license plate saying ‘SLAV ONE’.
Squick: When I worked in a Fetish store, I got a call from a mature Middle Eastern woman asking if the store had chastity belts. I explained to her that we had leather ones for males. As the conversation evolved beyond that, I realized that she was talking about real metal ones for her daughters …and not for fetish purposes. That struck me so much that I had to turn the phone over to another store associate.
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