Well, my dildo sits out on the top of my bedside table. That’s pretty embarrassing right there. I have a vibrator too, but I don’t know if they’d know what it was–it’s one of Hitachi Magic Wand types, except it’s by Dr. Scholl’s. They’d probably think it was for my feet. Not that it would matter, what with the dildo on the nightstand and all.
And there’s a bunch of embarrassing erotica/romance that I’ve written that’s on my hard drive. My dad’s the snoop, and he’s the one who’d probably find it. He’s also the one I’d least like to have read it. Really, I consider this much more embarrassing than the dildo.
That’s about it, really. Except for the giant dust bunnies under my bed.
Enough unidentifiable stuff to call in the hazmat folks.
(only some of it is lethal )
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and model-building stuff, photo stuff, video stuff, PC parts, model “A” Ford parts, airplane parts, SCUBA gear (I can’t swim), and more tools than most people can identify…
“My name is Mack, and I am a Yanni-holic. This, (and other things…):D, has caused me to be the subject of scorn and pity, for much of my life.
I’ve tried everything. Finally, I have come to the sad conclusion, that the only way to deal with this personal agony…is to overdose.”
The best bet for my next of kin (my son) would be to either just burn the house down, or get a bulldozer in once he starts throwing stuff out. I’m a packrat.
I’m a packrat, too. I feel for the poor soul who has to go through all my crap once I’m gone. My porn collection and vibrators would raise an eyebrow or two, I’m sure. More the type of porn than the amount, though I habe been downloading quite a bit lately.
Hrrm a halbard, a pair of katanas and a longsword… with books on biochemistry and virology… a long bow.
The ‘shelf’. The shelf refers to all of the notebooks I have crammed full of weapon designs, synthesis pathways for ALL types of nasty chemicals. Notes on various microbial DNA recombinations that would be fun to try. 3 or 4 detailing the full biology (from genomic material up to full organism w/ life cycle and behaviour and social structure) of various critters I use in my writing. And a dozen books, with maps for plans of various hostage taking, snatch and grab, assassinations and what not for other stories I’m working on.
Oh don’t forget the sketches of various creatures from nightmares I’ve had… use for OTHER stories.
The books on cabaltism, black magic and more mainstream religious texts.
Aside from the normal packrat stuff, I have an obsession with gymnastics and have tons of back issues of magazines, videos of competitions, etc…however, I did learn that someone on a gymnastics message board has over 900 videos, so I don’t feel quite as strange as I used to.
The old, half-filled diaries and journals should probably just be burned, as I’d hate to have anyone read them. shudder
In order to avoid that post-humously embarrassing situation, when embarking on a very dangerous and potentially life-threatening mission (night out drinking, riding bike in the dark, plane trip to anywhere) I have sometimes put incriminating small items at the bottom of my paper bag full of newspapers to be thrown out (OK, shutup, recycled).
But, guess what. I end up throwing them out. Especially in the aftermath of Danger Scenario #1.
My husband’s porn on videotapes labeled as “The Dark Crystal” and some other kiddie movies he taped over… Not originals, mind you, just old second-generation tapes that have porn on 'em now.
My husband’s computer that has an entire directory called “Obsession” which is filled with pornographic photos and art.
I guess it’s not that bad… Not very embarrassing.
I have some diaries I’d rather no one read, but that’s about it…
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