7 Weeks of Weird

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Week 7: What is the weirdest random fact about yourself (something you’ve done, something you like, somewhere you’ve been, etc.)?

Wow, the weirdest random fact about me. I had to think on this a minute but, I got it. This was weird. I have a story about a weird wedding my husband and I attended.

I have a friend who I have known for 36 years. She was always a little shy and socially awkward when we were kids. She is very smart and a great writer.

About, maybe, 10 years ago her mother died. She and her mother were very close and my friend took care of her mom up until she died of cancer.

Once her mother died it was like my friend became another person. She felt free. Things she held back or hid because she feared her mother’s disapproval were all coming out into the open.

One of these new things was that she liked being spanked. She started writing erotic fiction and got quite a following. She started going to fetish meet ups and got very involved with the community.

I was happy that she was doing what made her happy and she was a consenting adult playing with other consenting adults, so who am I to judge?

My friend and one of her “playmates” decided to get married. My husband and I were invited to the wedding and were told that there would be no nudity or play at the wedding itself but, there would be at the party afterward. One room would be clothing required and the other would be clothing optional. We were invited to join in if we felt so inclined.

I decided to go to the wedding since she is a long time, very good friend and I was happy that she was happy. My husband, being a kind soul, said he would accompany me. We really didn’t know what to expect at all. What do you wear to such an affair? We decided to go with traditional wedding apparel,

The wedding was being held at a fetish club. It was a converted small car repair shop. We arrive half an hour before the wedding. We enter the club and I see that I know not one person there. We look out of place and lost. We go into the room where the ceremony will be held and find a seat.

The wedding will be officiated by a priestess. She is certified by the state to perform wedding ceremonies. Okay, this could interesting. It was interesting all right.

There were some traditional parts of the ceremony. The bride walked down an aisle, candles were lit. Vows were said. The vows were a bit different to what I am accustomed. My friend knelt down in front of her husband/master-to-be and swore to obey him in all things, to serve him and I can’t remember what all else. He placed a silver ring around her neck. He locked it with a screw. It is her wedding collar.

I was very surprised by all this since my friend had always been so independent, but if this is her choice, even if I couldn’t understand it, then I was happy for her.

The reception was very strange to us. After the ceremony there was a short pot luck dinner. The talk at the table was all about sex and some of the groups’ escapades. My husband and I really had nothing to add to this. The groom, kindly pointed out that there were two non-club members and maybe they should tone it down until they retired to the “other room”.

Before the wedding we were required to sign a consent form. To be inside the club, we had to agree that we knew there would be nudity and sexual situations and that everyone there is a consenting adult and were not being hurt.

Once the “playroom” was set up (it was in the same room as the wedding ceremony), clothes started coming off and different couples and groups were moving off to different kinds of apparatus. One woman was tied up and everyone was invited to cut off her clothes. Not with scissors, but with a knife. We didn’t have a knife, but almost everyone else there did. Another couple was putting on masks and tying up the female partner for the male partner to whip. Another woman was lying on a bench with a man hitting her with another kind of whip. There was a lot going on.

The wedding gifts my friend received were all toys that she and her husband and their “playmate” enjoyed. There are three in the relationship, but only my friend is legally married to her husband. My wedding gift to her? An afghan I made for them. So sexy.

My husband and I stayed for about half an hour to an hour and then excused ourselves to go home. We bid goodbye to my friend and her husband. They both told us they were please we had attended. None of my friend’s family would attend.

No matter how different this wedding had been from any wedding I had ever attended, I was glad we went. It meant a lot to my friend. It also gave my husband and I a good story to tell.

 

 

 

 

I Hope He’s Okay….

**warning: Post discusses suicide attempt**

I had something happen on Facebook last night that has never happened to me before. I was reading my newsfeed when I happened upon a post by a friend from childhood, a man who lives in a different state from me. This friend stated that this would most likely be his last post, he was very depressed and felt it was time to go to his final resting place.

I went immediately to the comments to see if this was a hack, if he had come on and said he was okay, something. There were a couple encouraging posts from some friends, but another friend stated that our friend in need never answered comments on FB.

I didn’t know what to do. Another friend and I began talking in the comments about what to do. She told me the number listed for him was not correct. The location for his last post and the several previous to it did not match the address on FB.

I called our local police and explained the problem. The other on line friend had also called our local police (we all come from the same hometown) as the dispatcher said I was the second call about this. I was told I needed to call the city where our friend lived and notify the police there.  I looked up the number on line, as did the other friend.   I immediately called the police in the city and state in the city his FB post indicated. I was told I needed his address for the police to find him and help him.

I was very surprised. I thought they might at least look up his name in some local directory to see if they could find an address. I had his First name, Middle initial and Last name. I thought they might be able to help, but I needed more information.

I asked on his original suicide post if anyone had his current address. No response. He is married to a young girl who lives in another state who does not seem to speak English very well. I left her a FB message asking her for any current info, telling her how concerned we, his FB friends, were for him. She became concerned and also posted on his page.

There was finally a strange comment from our friend…we had been discussing the number for the police and he posted “wrong number”. That was all.

This morning I again asked on line if anyone had heard from him. His wife responded and I think she meant that he had made one comment on FB, but hadn’t heard anything from him. I sent her a private message asking her to please contact the police with his address if she has it. She responded that she let his address out. I am not sure what that means. I hope she contacted the police.

I don’t know what else to do. I still don’t know if he is alright. I hope he is. I feel so helpless.

7 Weeks of Weird: Week 5

This is week 5 of 7 Weeks of Weird and this week’s prompt is the weirdest thing you collect.

I collect everything Beatles. I have records, magazines, pins, figurines, salt and pepper shakers, ornaments, posters, jewelry and anything else I find that is Beatles related.

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I collect vinyl record albums, which isn’t so weird. I also collect 78rpm records, which is a little unusual, I guess. I have old blues, jazz, classical and waltz music on these old 78s. My husband and I have a few old record players on which we can play them when we are so inclined.

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My husband and I collect old radios. Atwater Kents, RCA, Zenith, table top radios and big cabinet radios. We pick them up at auctions, swap meets and flea markets.

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I don’t know how weird it is, but I collect all things Harry Potter. I have all the books, all the large print books, all the audio books (American and British), all the related books, Lego sets, posters, ornaments and just about anything else Harry Potter related. I even have my witch costume with robe and hat. A lot like my Beatles collection only with books and movies instead of record albums and movies.

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I can’t think of anything else I collect right now. I don’t know how weird any of those above are. They don’t seem weird to me.  ;-)