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A flea and a fly in a flue
Jan. 8th, 2003 12:31 pmI’m planning on going to the Fetish Flea in Boston this weekend. It combines two of my favorite things – costuming and browsing-shopping, with a whole bunch of people I like hanging out with, in one location. It's also another chance to strut out the bee costume. But it’s got a silly name.
When I first heard of it, I thought people were saying “Fetish Flee”, which made me think of running away and escaping to it, an image I kind of liked. Or I thought they were saying something like “Fetish Fleadh”, since that’s a popular way to name Irish festivals these days, and I imagined brawny men with adult diapers under their kilts and tall redhaired women singing ballads in extreme corsets or something.
It’s actually Flea as in Fleamarket, i.e. a vendor-oriented festival. Still, I can’t get the image of a tiny insect domme, somehow managing to top humans many many times her size, out of my head.
When I first heard of it, I thought people were saying “Fetish Flee”, which made me think of running away and escaping to it, an image I kind of liked. Or I thought they were saying something like “Fetish Fleadh”, since that’s a popular way to name Irish festivals these days, and I imagined brawny men with adult diapers under their kilts and tall redhaired women singing ballads in extreme corsets or something.
It’s actually Flea as in Fleamarket, i.e. a vendor-oriented festival. Still, I can’t get the image of a tiny insect domme, somehow managing to top humans many many times her size, out of my head.
