Because it WON'T LEAVE MY HEAD

[telophase]

...I pass on to you this mental image, spawned by vito_ecalibur's linkblogging post wherein she points out:

And thanks to the miracle of the Internet, you can now learn how to safely sexually role-play a shark attack in the comfort of your own home.

My response to that was on the order of...

I think my problem with the shark-attack scenario is that I've had way too much experience with bad LARPers or whatnot whose idea of roleplaying was to sneak up to you and whisper "I'm a ninja!" before sneaking off again.

So the scenario, as it unfolds in my brain, starts off with the tension ratcheting higher and higher as the blindfolded partner waits, straining to hear where the other person is, and anticipating the attack ... until the shark leaps onto the bed and shrieks "I'm a shaaaaaarkk!! Raar!!"

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[maxineofarc.livejournal.com]

Fantasy. Roleplay. Shark attack.

I love the internet.

Could be worse, though, because the first thing I thought of when I read that was Split Enz' song "Shark Attack" which kicks off with the lyrics "Love's got teeth and she bites real hard/Leaving you for dead like a deadly shark" and goes on from there.

[telophase.livejournal.com]

I had to read it to figure out what the appeal was, just because I think the rending and tearing of flesh when I think of shark attacks, and while that may appeal to someone with certain specialized tastes, I couldn't see what the point would be.

And now I can't picture it without thinking of someone who's tied a large cardboard fin to their head with string.