Ok, you've made the mistake of spending good money to go to a BDSM event and you discover that BDSM really does stand for Badly Dressed Social Misfits. To make matters worse, you feel you have to justify the money you spent by going to the classes. Of course the classes are taught by morons draped in dead cow who have no more idea of what they are talking about than would fit in the condom of a housefly. This is, of course, true of anyone who wears leather while they speak.
Well, you are disgusted, and rightfully so. After all, a good freak show can only go so far and this freak show has cost you good money. You need to get some entertainment out of all this because one thing you learn from the classes is you are not going to learn anything from the classes.
This is what you do.
Scratch.
Seriously, scratch, like if you are scratching an itch. You don't have to be intrusive or obvious about it. But sit there and scratch a little, stop and scratch again.
What will this do?
We don't know why, but when someone in a group of people starts to scratch, most of the other people in the group will start to itch. So, if you sitting in a boring class on the symbiotic relationship between gay leathermen's buttholes and beer bottles, for example, having the whole room starting to itch is going to be great fun. And it will give you the added joy of knowing that you have managed to violate the consent of everyone in the room and there is nothing they can do about it.
Well, you are disgusted, and rightfully so. After all, a good freak show can only go so far and this freak show has cost you good money. You need to get some entertainment out of all this because one thing you learn from the classes is you are not going to learn anything from the classes.
This is what you do.
Scratch.
Seriously, scratch, like if you are scratching an itch. You don't have to be intrusive or obvious about it. But sit there and scratch a little, stop and scratch again.
What will this do?
We don't know why, but when someone in a group of people starts to scratch, most of the other people in the group will start to itch. So, if you sitting in a boring class on the symbiotic relationship between gay leathermen's buttholes and beer bottles, for example, having the whole room starting to itch is going to be great fun. And it will give you the added joy of knowing that you have managed to violate the consent of everyone in the room and there is nothing they can do about it.