clowns again
This may be a wee bit long. Sorry.
Let me take you back to a few days before my story. I'd been reading an online article about clowns. For example, did you know there's a group called Clowns Without Borders who go around conflict areas to lighten the mood and do gigs at refugee camps and stuff. Total opposite to www.ihateclowns.com and it prolly makes things worse for the refugees with coulrophobia.
There's also a fetish for clowns which has led to Clown Porn. (sorry if anyone puked on the monitor)
I know this 'cause a new group who ran www.StopClownPornNow.org were the subject of the magazine article I was so interested in.
Now,
I have a massive moth phobia - can't stand the sound they make when they batter off the walls but worse is the thought of accidentally squashing one onto my clothes and being covered in the blood and gore. *full foetal cringe* So when it got to my boyfriend's sister's birthday and we discovered that hallmark had made wind up butterflies that fly like dervishes from ordinary birthday cards, I was fucking unnerved throughout the meal.
I become the subject of fascination. How could I be so scared of anything so harmless? And no-one else has a phobia.
"Now that's not true," pipes up boyfriend's mum, "you've got a thing for clowns," she says, indicating boyfriend.
"No Mum, having A THING for clowns is something entirely different," says the other half.
"Oh yes," I say, "cause there's that website..."
You could have heard a fucking pin drop. Then I got so embarrassed I couldn't speak. Who knew people will actually freeze with their forks in front of their mouths.
To this day, they still believe that I look at clown porn - and there's no way I'm bringing up the subject again. Maybe they'll just forget...

length? Three years later it still gives the bloke a chuckle when he thinks on it. the bastard.
(DippyFi, Wed 16 Apr 2008, 6:38, Reply)