Before the lonely apocalypse, I worked in an office. There, I developed a mild case of C.R.O.W. disorder (that’s “Corned Rabid Office Worker” see this book for more details), which in hindsight wasn’t so terrible. I didn’t worry that I might die by groceries or if Donnie the Neckbeard sneezed in my face again.
Yet at said C.R.O.W. disorder inducing offices -including some education related ones- I must obey a dress decorum. As kinky as I am, as outgoing as I am, I won’t stride into work in a pleather mini skirt and my Demonias. Now working at home I can wear pretty much whatever I want, but how do I telegraph that I’m kinky if there’s no one to send a stealthy signal too?
One cloudy November before the lonely apocalypse, I attended an art convention and met Kevin of Geeky and Kinky. Kevin loves what he does and these pins are his only job. Sadly, he’s had to cancel events because of the Corona Virus. Online sales though? They’re still going strong.
Subtle, small, yet completely unambiguous, his enamel pins like the one above signal your kink to a vanilla social environment . Looking to get to the “what are you into?” icebreaker question in a hurry? I’m into a submissive ranger today. What are you into?
Now when in those offices, one still needs to practice discretion. Something too blatantly kinky might get you sent to HR. Maybe your plan to scare that one guy away backfires and instead encourages Donnie the Neckbeard. One must strike a happy medium.
The Mistress D pin fit well with my otherwise vanilla work outfits. It’s crystal clear about who I am, yet tame enough that I never had a meeting with HR Mommy.
It attracted the right kind of people. In the office, one of the graphic designers noticed it, and she asked me about it. We hadn’t really talked too much before since we worked on different floors. Yet that week we had a candid, honest, and kinky conversation during an off site lunch.
She always said she’d play sometime, because she’d never played too much with anyone. We texted a few times and our schedules never matched.
Maybe now, in our mutually lonely apocalypse, it will finally be the time for her meet Mistress D.
Happy quarantine, Los Angeles.