For LJ Idol-- Horrifying people
It all started at an area meeting in the fall.
One of my colleagues (a former student of mine), our boss's assistant, and I were having a conversation. The meeting took place before school started, and several people, including my former student, were in shorts.
Boss's Assistant: Man, (former student), you have a lot of tattoos.
Me: I like the dinosaur on his arm.
BA: Those colors are vivid.
Former Student: My tattoo artist is great. We're working on my legs now.
BA (looking at FS's leg): Is that... Satan?
FS: No, it's just a demon.
BA: Wait... the demon is all tied up?
FS: It even has a ball gag in its mouth if you look.
Me: COOL! I didn't notice that.
BA (visibly boggled): Why...
FS: Oh, and it's that special type of rope bondage... you know... the Japanese...
Me: Shibari
FS: THAT'S IT!
BA: You two are freaks. (Walks away, shaking his head)
Me: Took him long enough to figure that out.
FS: I know, right.
When teaching my former student always wears a dress shirt, tie, and slacks, so the students won't see the demon in bondage.
A few weeks later, I was talking with my eldest nephew. I told him the above story...
Me: ... and he just walked away, saying that we were freaks.
Nephew: ....
Me: What? I thought it was funny.
Nephew: It is. Sort of. I just didn't need to know that you know about these things.
Me: Just because I've never brought anyone home doesn't meant that I've never...
Nephew: I don't need to hear this.
Me: ...knocked loafers.
Nephew: Why are you doing this?
Me: Someone needs to horrify you every now and then. I feel I am qualified to do that.
Nephew: I'm just going to pretend this conversation never happened.
One of my colleagues (a former student of mine), our boss's assistant, and I were having a conversation. The meeting took place before school started, and several people, including my former student, were in shorts.
Boss's Assistant: Man, (former student), you have a lot of tattoos.
Me: I like the dinosaur on his arm.
BA: Those colors are vivid.
Former Student: My tattoo artist is great. We're working on my legs now.
BA (looking at FS's leg): Is that... Satan?
FS: No, it's just a demon.
BA: Wait... the demon is all tied up?
FS: It even has a ball gag in its mouth if you look.
Me: COOL! I didn't notice that.
BA (visibly boggled): Why...
FS: Oh, and it's that special type of rope bondage... you know... the Japanese...
Me: Shibari
FS: THAT'S IT!
BA: You two are freaks. (Walks away, shaking his head)
Me: Took him long enough to figure that out.
FS: I know, right.
When teaching my former student always wears a dress shirt, tie, and slacks, so the students won't see the demon in bondage.
A few weeks later, I was talking with my eldest nephew. I told him the above story...
Me: ... and he just walked away, saying that we were freaks.
Nephew: ....
Me: What? I thought it was funny.
Nephew: It is. Sort of. I just didn't need to know that you know about these things.
Me: Just because I've never brought anyone home doesn't meant that I've never...
Nephew: I don't need to hear this.
Me: ...knocked loafers.
Nephew: Why are you doing this?
Me: Someone needs to horrify you every now and then. I feel I am qualified to do that.
Nephew: I'm just going to pretend this conversation never happened.