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04 march 2012
Forniphilia and other words I learned at my first fetish party
Before attending my first fetish party, I had no idea some people fantasized about turning a human being into a piece of furniture.
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USA - So I went to my first fetish party last night, dressed as a dominatrix.
In my defense, it wasn’t my idea.
I am in Prague this week and a friend told me I should come to “this party” where he’d be DJ-ing.
“Great,” I said. “See you there.”
But after I looked up the venue, I noticed what the party was called:
“Fetish Underground Party,” with a sub-headline “Dress the F*ck Up.”
Comments and inquiries about the party included questions such as: “Isn’t it going to be too cold for latex?”
I became worried.
So I emailed my friend.
You didn’t mention it was a fetish party. Do I seriously need to dress the f*ck up?He replied something close to this:
Only the best for you. Do you think I would invite you to some petty-bourgeois party? Yes, dress code is mandatory, but you don’t have to go over the top. If you dress up like a moderate-intensity dominatrix, or bring somebody on a leash, you’ll be fine.
Oh, okay. Let me just pull out my dominatrix outfit out of my suitcase, then. It’s one of my travel essentials. You never know where and when you might get invited to a fetish party.
So, I spent most of Thursday afternoon - instead of working, I might add - putting together my S&M outfit.
Over the knee boots? Check. Fishnets? Check. Tight black short shorts? Check? Black corset? Check. Choker? Check. Leash? Check? A volunteer topless man on all fours tied to it? Check.
So how did it go?
The party was actually pretty mellow.
You know, the usual: people in latex, people dressed up as animals, people with plastic bags over their heads, people in wetsuits of sorts, people dressed head-to-toe in polka dots. (Okay, this was one of my friends. She is convinced there must be a polka dot fetish out there. Polkadotphilia, to be technical about the condition.)
There were also many other weird creatures watching a burlesque show, a lingerie fashion show and dancing to Lady Gaga. To be perfectly honest, most of the people there actually looked a lot like Lady Gaga, which isn’t all that surprising.
I was, however, surprised by the wide variety of of
paraphilia, on display - objects, situations, or individuals that create sexual arousal in perfectly normal looking people - that exist in the fetish subculture.
Did you know, for example, that the source of arousal for some is vomit? That would be "emetophilia."
Dacryphilia is also interesting. It’s having a thing for crying.
And, my favorite, "forniphilia," for those who get excited by turning a human being into a piece of furniture. For the next party, I am dressing up as a bar stool.
Other than delving into the different kinds of fetishes, it turned out to be a pretty straight-laced event.
Aside from the guy who dressed up as a horse, of course. And the wolf guy. And the topless woman with the gigantic silicone breasts, making all the mammaphiles out there extremely happy.
Nobody even vomited.
In other words, it was a dull night for emetophiles.
