tennfan2:

thehypnobunny:

onlyseventhoughts:

justifiedsurrender:

The thing about trying new stuff is that you acquire a whole new range of things that can inappropriately remind you of kink.

I’m at the eye doctor earlier today. I’m not even sure what this particular test is for, but you look into a box and you can see a picture of a landscape. The nurse/technician person is explaining what this is supposed to look like. I’m sure she repeats this same speech all the time and that’s why it sounds weird, but she’s saying in this slightly rising and falling voice “and just let your eyes rest on that image.” Add to that something about mentioning the picture will “drift in and out of focus,” there is a definite hypnosis-vibe going on here it is not only me. (It might be only me.) 

I wouldn’t have cared much about that by itself, but later the doctor is doing that test to look at the motion of your eyes. She’s saying “Look at the tip of my pen” while she moves it back and forth, but also using the little plastic thing on a stick to cover one of my eyes at a time. She’s doing all this pretty quickly, I’m trying to stay looking at the pen and not at the stick… And I’m thinking: hey, do you want to hear about what was going on the last time(s) someone told me to focus on something that was moving around very close to my face? No you don’t, but that would go some ways towards explaining why I’m awkwardly smiling right now and trying not to giggle.

@spiralturquoise

Oh yes. Oh yes

This happened to me on the phone the other day at work. All she was doing was thanking me, but she did it in just. the. right way.

*Giggle*

The eye doctor is the most hypnotic fucking place that mankind ever devised. The new machines in particular are just insane, but also

“Follow the light with your eyes… this way and that way… up and down…”

I MEAN COME ON MAN

Oh god, I know this feel. I have known this feel ever since I read The Miserable Mill as a child.

(And they never do say what exactly happened to Klaus in that optometrist’s office, only what he was like when he left it. That might have made it worse.)

Lately, when sitting in that patient’s chair, I tend to end up going meta. I think about all the past selves that have come before, sitting in that same chair and thinking along those same lines. It isn’t precisely the same thought each time: it changes a little, the more I know and the better I understand myself. I think, if you could go back and trace exactly what I was thinking each time I had an eye exam, year upon year, you could get a trajectory of my sexual development in a nutshell.

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#hypno-fetishism: because eye exams just weren’t uncomfortable enough already #reply via reblog #sexuality and lack thereof #eyes #A Series of Unfortunate Events #nsfw?