I WENT TO THE NYC RUBBER BALL AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS LOUSY BALL-GAG

BALLGAG

Talk about life imitating 6 degrees of separation or something. I was invited by an online acquaintance from (of all places) the World of Warcraft. I’ll explain what the hell I’m doing in the nerd-fest known as WOW another time.

But it was precisely because of the unusual connection, and not that I’m especially latex-curious, that I showed up to support my “guildmate” as she competed for Miss Rubber World 2010.

That Dawnamatrix (night-elf rogue, assassination spec) was an actual female was surprise enough (the online gamer world is full of males pretending to be females), but now I was preparing to meet her in the midst of a crowd of increasingly sweaty, rubber fetishists–latex is not known for its breathe-ability.

As that awful Russian comic used to say, “What a country!”

There was a dress code for the event of latex/pvc/rubber that had to be met, and I had purchased a shoddy latex necktie hoping it would be enough. It wasn’t. And I’ll have nothing further to say on the matter.

I was trying not to stare at the surprisingly large number of older men sporting skin-tight neoprene dresses and heels when it occurred to me just how very interesting the world has become. How groups of disparate people can end up connecting through shared experiences and somehow end up in the dungeon of a fetish club.

But there was no time to explore that thought as a creepy little hunchback in a leash and dog collar was invading my space. I didn’t know if he wanted me to hug him or beat him with a rubber truncheon. He never said anything; just mutely followed me around dragging his leash on the ground. Terrific.

Anyway, my guildmate Dawnamatrix (www.dawnamatrix.com probably NSFW) won the contest with her original designs: an eclectic range of latex kimonos and an inspired Betsy Ross outfit complete with waving latex American Flag. The rest of the competitors were pretty much variations on the same theme: Sex and domination. Yawn. At least for this crowd.

In the end, I decided not to meet her in the flesh. It seemed more fitting that we continue to relate, at least in part, through our online personas: She, the vicious Rogue who happens to be Miss Rubber World 2010 and me, the shape-shifting Druid who’s just trying not to step in that suspicious fluid on the floor.

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January 20th, 2010 at 5:29 pm

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