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CW: Sex toy talk but it's not graphic or depicted at all and is I think a very humorous anecdote. Also drug use
Years ago when I came out as queer polyamorous to my best friend, he was super chill about it. We had a great conversation and he was just incredibly supportive. It eventually led him to telling me a story about how he built some complicated sex equipment for another friend long ago. Like he built a whole room rig / setup for this guy out of metal and rope and shit. Just a monster of a device. I thought that was really cool of him.
That was many years ago. In that time I have had partners and my partners have had partners and largely we all know each other and hang out and it's super chill. Said friend is our honorary straight monogamous dude that hangs with this big group of queer polyam folks and is just part of the gang, it's great and we all love him to death.
Last weekend my partner's partner (my meta) frantically texts because they needed some equipment that I don't really have to work on a project they weren't really telling me about. I was too stoned to really comprehend what they wanted and they were being a bit cagey and told them I'd help them in the morning but they were kinda hyper fixated and wanted help NOW. I just didn't have the ability I was fully couch potato. So I put my phone down and forgot about it.
Later they show up and ask to borrow my car. Sure? I guess? If this lets you continue your hyper fixation project NOW rather than later okay I guess. And also I am too stoned to say no. I trust them so whatever go enjoy whatever you're doing.
It wasn't until the next day I found out what happened. Their project was building a complicated sex toy thing. They needed help and I really wasn't available. So they called our now mutual friend. And the 2 of them were in my buddies garage til like Midnight cutting and welding and shit to build this complicated sex toy thing.
And that's how my best friend has now built 2 totally different sex toy devices in his garage for 2 totally different people. I had no clue when he told me years ago that I would introduce him to someone else who would also lean on his talents but here we are. He doesn't have a particular affinity for sex toys or anything he just likes building shit and likes helping people so I guess when people need a complicated sex toy thing built they know he's the guy.
Anyway I keep laughing when I think about it and I thought it was a pretty wholesome story about community. And sex toys.
Shit sucks sometimes but there are really good people all over who are there to help pull us through whatever. Stick with it comrade.
That is a fun story, thanks!