Monday, August 2, 2010
Age Play: Diapers are for Babies. Real ones.
I was chatting online with a friend last night and we were talking about what squicked us out in terms of kink. First, she looked up the entomology of the word "squick" and found it was the result of a gross-out conversation in which the goal was to freak the other readers out. "Squick" is the sound a skull makes when you fuck it. Thus... Second, another brief diversion: I don't begrudge anyone for doing anything. Certainly I'm not one to throw stones. I'm as fucked up a kinko as the next person, but there are many things that squick me out. I'm not judging! So that out of the way...
So we were talking about what squicked us out. She told me a story about a bunch of guys she knew who would meet to intentionally try to freak the others out. They succeeded with Japanese Vomit Porn. Listen to me people: I never want to see those three words strung together in that manner ever again. EVER! We went back and forth on a few things and then hit on something that squicked us both out: age play.
Again, I'm not judging, I just don't get it. I've written before about being a little weirded out about my spanko friends who like the teacher/student dynamic. Doesn't work for me. Unless it's the Reform School at Stonehenge. Anyway... It got us talking about extreme age play, the grown diapers, giant cribs, poopy cleanings and, well... yuck!
I spent the first twenty years of my life running as fast as I could away from childhood. It was full of bullies, bad memories, injuries (my own), deaths (others) and occasional really wonderful family times. But I wanted to get to the girl part, the career part. The having fun part. The idea of regressing, of going backwards, of ending up back in diapers and then--of all things!--getting off on that. Well, good for you.
I kindly ask you keep it in your own playpen. I'll sit here and squick others out on the incredibly fucked up shit I like to do!