I Presume? I’m starting to feel like an anthropologist. It’s not really a bad th

I Presume? I’m starting to feel like an anthropologist. It’s not really a bad thing, just a strange one, the way I’ll be at an event, or a club, and observe the rituals and behaviours of the people around me, each one wholly unique but flavoured just about the same as everyone else’s. Taste has brought us here, but we’re all processing it differently.  One girl stands there with her lips slightly parted, and I’m curious enough to try and figure out whether that’s a subconscious habit or an ordered behaviour, whether the openness of denoted something meaningful to her, and the person who told it to her. There are dozens of little ticks littering every room in every club at every kink event. Each of them could mean nothing at all, or they could be incredibly important to one person, two, or a whole group. Tiny moments could have a tail that goes back months, years, hours of training and practice leading to making something seem effortless and easy.  It’s fascinating. I’m fascinated. I’m making mental notes faster than I can mentally write, and before long I’m always lost in the tumult. But for a little while I feel a bit like Livingstone, a bit detached, completely curious. -- source link

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