• Monument@lemmy.sdf.orgEnglish
      47·
      1 年前

      As a (very dumb) teenager, I went through security at Logan in March 2002 with a pair of handcuffs in my jacket.

      The women who saw it on x-ray dug them out of my jacket pocket and sort of flamboyantly asked “What’chu need theeeese for?!”
      I gave her a shit-eating grin and responded with the same energy that I was visiting my girlfriend.
      After a beat, she said “Well alright. Go get your freak on! But put ‘em in your bag next time!”

      The truth was that I had actually forgotten they were in that jacket. They just lived in that one pocket my senior year of HS because I was an edgy teenager. I was actually returning from visiting her. We didn’t even use them, and they didn’t get flagged on my departing flight.

      I’m glad it was before the DHS militarized the TSA. I do not know how my idiotic teenage self would have dealt with a non-playful encounter.

        • SevFTW@feddit.de
          25·
          1 年前

          Did you miss the part where OP said this was in Dubai? I don’t think the commenter you’re replying to carries that view.

          In Saudi Arabia, for example, it is illegal to carry sex toys or alcohol even when transiting.

    • Aurenkin@sh.itjust.works
      21·
      1 年前

      I’m so sorry that happened to you, must have been so awful. Hope you managed to get through school ok after that and had support.

        • Aurenkin@sh.itjust.works
          7·
          1 年前

          I’m glad you managed to grow into being a social person. Fwiw you sound pretty badass to me getting through all that shit.

            • intensely_human@lemm.ee
              8·
              1 年前

              Hey I’ve struggled quite a bit with social skills. What are your gaps I might have some advice as a fellow fucked up dude learning to connect.

                • intensely_human@lemm.ee
                  9·
                  1 年前

                  Okay yeah I think I know what might be going on there.

                  I’m going to go out on a limb and guess you’re someone who can take potentially disturbing and unusual information without much fuss as long as it’s presented in an explicit, straightforward manner. That’s a compliment incidentally.

                  My guess is you have mild autism, never got diagnosed, and as a result have lower than average working memory.

                  What I can report from my own life — where I had exactly the same one-on-one conversation preference, blindness to body language cues, and panicked alarm when an unexpected third appeared at a planned two-person social occasion — is this:

                  When I expanded my working memory through focused and long working memory training, the problem disappeared so entirely that I love having four person conversations, and I feel a level of ease and a depth of engagement I never even knew existed with people. And it’s all easier than it ever was before even one on one.

                  So my recommendation to you is to expand your working memory.

                  What did it for me was 60 minutes of Follow That Frog on Lumosoty. A paid subscription is necessary to enable repeated playing of the same game.

                  One hour of that game over and over, no breaks, exhausts my brain for a couple of days and then it finally recovers and I’m enhanced. It’s incredible.

                  Please promise me you’ll try it.

  • Iusedtobeanadventurer@lemmy.world
    202·
    1 年前

    Yep. First time ever was a real trip though. I was at a girl’s house and she ties me up with some of her scarves as things are getting hot and heavy.

    I enjoy spanking so I asked her to punish me because I was too shy to ask for what I wanted so she tied me up and started biting and scratching me.

    Looooook beggars can’t be choosers.

    After a few minutes the doorbell rings and she tells me “don’t go anywhere…”

    Well she was gone a long time and I’m buck naked with my dick hanging out and peppered with scratch and bite marks and I get it in my head that it’s her dad.

    Don’t ask where I got that idea, but we were in a religiously conservative country and I didn’t want to get my dick cut off.

    Anyway I managed to get loose from the scarves. It was an intense 90 seconds or so and my wrists got pretty raw.

    She comes back and it was just a delivery.

    She was bit perturbed with me because I really fucked one of the scarves up in the process but we had a laugh and got back to it.

  • treble@beehaw.org
    8·
    1 年前

    and tickled. Fun enough to show up twice but broke almost instantly 2nd time round… Not swearing off forever but they’d need a shitload of charisma.

      • Call me Lenny/Leni@lemm.eeEnglish
        8·
        1 年前

        It seemed easiest for him I guess. People didn’t always get along (they still don’t) and hostaging me at their place was a way to increase his bluff.

          • Call me Lenny/Leni@lemm.eeEnglish
            8·
            1 年前

            Is a meme going over my head or are people confused about something? It’s not really something I look forward to talking about, it just happened. Someone thought it wouldn’t be uncool to kidnap, what would people like to know?

            • dan1101@lemm.ee
              7·
              1 年前

              What sort of workplace were you at where people kidnap you? Did he get fired and arrested?

                • gamer@lemm.ee
                  7·
                  1 年前

                  Brother that is a wild fucking story. Write that shit down and turn it into a Netflix true crime mini-series.

  • waterbogan@lemmy.worldEnglish
    6·
    1 年前

    Yes, once as part of an BDSM session. A guy I really fancied was into BDSM, so I thought give it a try, see if I like it. Turns out I didnt and dont. At . All. As it happens, I intensely dislike being bound or restrained in any way. I also cant stand pain, and in addition I am incapable of inflicting pain on others. Oh, and I’m allergic to leather.

    After our attempted BDSM session had inevitably turned to farce, he commented to me over a cup of tea afterwards that I was the most uniquely unsuited person to BDSM practices that he’d ever encountered… never a truer word spoke.