Why I won't be going back to my local munch.

Welp, tonight I went to the munch in my town and I was not happy.

I walked in the door and the first thing that happened was that a woman I didn't know ran up and hugged me. She didn't ask, she didn't pause a little and do the body-language thing, just glommed on full-body. NO. BAD TOUCH. I'm sure she saw it as just a happy playful "glomp", but I am really not okay with that sort of thing. Strangers don't get to touch me like that without my goddamn permission.

And then the crowd basically consisted of two types of people:

1) Large women in bright purple dresses revealing three miles of cleavage and a gigantic pentagram; hairstyle choice of "loose and frizzy down to ass", "Ren Faire braids," or "disturbingly inappropriate pigtails"; with names like "PixieChild"; and personalities consisting of one part hippie-flaky innocence, one part aggressive sexual frankness (and that's even by my standards), and one part passive-aggressive cliquish bitchiness.

2) Highly technical men, in glasses and black t-shirts with programming-language jokes, who are extremely uncomfortable admitting that they are engaged in a sexual activity so they prefer to discuss BDSM in terms of an engineering problem in which the construction of the implements and furniture is the really interesting part. Failing that, they'll just talk about engineering in general, since they are all engineers.


It just wasn't my scene.