PhobiasWhat gives you the heebie-jeebies?
It's a bit strong to call this a phobia, but for me it's the thought of biting into a dry flannel. I've no idea why I'd ever want to or even get the opportunity to do so, seeing as I don't own one, but it makes my teeth hurt to think about it. *ewww*
Tell us what innocent things make you go pale, wobbly and send shivers down your spine.
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chthonic, Thu 10 Apr 2008, 13:34)
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Bondage? No, thanks....
Ever since I was small(er) I've had a phobia about being held by the wrists. To the extent that my watch-strap is loose enough to shake up and down my arm. I don't like anything tight round my neck either..
There are two theories why.
Boring theory: I was held this way by my mum while she dragged the knots out of my hair in the mornings. I had very long, fine hair and this was a long, painful process.
Preferred theory: Family legend holds that a distant ancestress was hanged as a witch. My granny used to swear I was that witch, reincarnated for another go at world dominance, summoning Lucifer, whatever you like. As a rather mischievous child, I frequently drove her to demand "What's that wee witch done this time?" whenever a loud noise was heard at family gatherings - hence the username. I was the youngest granchild of nine, so generally ended up getting the blame for assorted wrong-doings. My brother and cousins were faster thinkers (liars) than I was!
Incidentally, if you're ever in Edinburgh and go on one of the old town walking tours, at the start, they generally mention that 300 odd witches were burned to death at the top of the High Street (Castlehill). Resist the temptation to shout out "What, all at once?" I did this last summer when accompanying some visiting relatives, and the tour guide wasn't very amused. He then started pointing to various women and asking if they were witches. He really shouldn't have pointed at me - I agreed immediately that I am, indeed, a witch, and fair flummoxed him.
(, Mon 14 Apr 2008, 15:07, 1 reply)
whilst your in edinburghif your heading down to leith along elm row there is a really horrible grubby wee shop there called Private Lines. its a proper old school dirty mac sex shop. it is exceptionally grim.
staggeringly, they sell SECOND HAND bondage wear. you can see the bits on the leather straps where the previous user hase had them tightened to.
*shudder*
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spimf ™ is whoever you want him to be, Wed 16 Apr 2008, 13:39,
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