Was supposed to spend the evening home writing.
Instead I was lured to Jäähalli to ogle at porn and strippers and various s/m paraphernalia by my very straight friend and her bf. For some reason people always want me to come with them to these things. Probably because I've seen it so many times I'll not be shocked when I see something like a dildo.
The thing is, even though I like recriational porn watching just as any hot blooded man (er...), I like it in private. I also have very peculiar tastes, so the usual stuff bores me. Going to a damn sexhibition is like visiting a huge sex shop with sales.
Okay, so it wasn't total hell, and I did manage to buy a thing or two I've wanted for ages. Also, watching my friend and her bf gawk at the (bad) strippers was hilarious. Like they've never seen a nekkid person before...
I kinda wish I'd bought one of the funny T-shirts, but where the heck do I wear something saying 'I like snatch!'? At work??? Not likely.
Oh well...
Instead I was lured to Jäähalli to ogle at porn and strippers and various s/m paraphernalia by my very straight friend and her bf. For some reason people always want me to come with them to these things. Probably because I've seen it so many times I'll not be shocked when I see something like a dildo.
The thing is, even though I like recriational porn watching just as any hot blooded man (er...), I like it in private. I also have very peculiar tastes, so the usual stuff bores me. Going to a damn sexhibition is like visiting a huge sex shop with sales.
Okay, so it wasn't total hell, and I did manage to buy a thing or two I've wanted for ages. Also, watching my friend and her bf gawk at the (bad) strippers was hilarious. Like they've never seen a nekkid person before...
I kinda wish I'd bought one of the funny T-shirts, but where the heck do I wear something saying 'I like snatch!'? At work??? Not likely.
Oh well...