Needless to say, I didn't have jack shit like the Queen's outfit crammed into the backpack of regular people clothes I'd brought. I would later find out (through internet stalking, duh) that this was Queen Qandisa (opens in new tab), an award-winning fetish model.
#Pling in harness gag full
(There was a lifeguard by the pool and I'm not entirely sure if he was a lifeguard or a "lifeguard," if you know what I'm saying.)Īs early as check-in, I realized I missed the memo about dressing up: a six foot three bald woman, decked out in full leather Xena Warrior princess-like regalia towered over me. Most people dress up in costumes of a fetish variety this includes role playing as doctors, school girls/boys, warrior princes/princesses, etc., as well as an array of full-suit animal costumes (furries) and a lot of latex. Or rather, it's ComicCon if the attendees explicitly stated that they wanted to have sex with each other.
Unable to answer this question, I boarded a plane to Florida on two hours of a sleep and a pocketful of dreams.įounded in 2000, FetishCon is basically ComicCon.only sexier. I'm not afraid of fetishes or people with fetishes, but I secretly wondered, Is this going to be an orgy? And, if so, am I cool with that?
Before I left for this assignment, divulging my plans to drunk friends in New York, I was consistently asked the same two questions: What happens at FetishCon? and Are you scared? I would guffaw and assure my cohorts that I was, most certainly, not scared, "Um.
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