So my friend Buck likes clowns. No he really likes clowns. No like. A lot.
He reluctantly and with great embarrassment told me this, and when teased about having a clown fetish he will retort quite pedantically that a fetish is required for sexual gratification and he only has a kink for clowns. No one else agrees with this hair splitting but it’s okay, it comforts him.
I assumed Buck’s proclivity toward clowns was somewhat private because he was so abashed when he admitted it to me. But when hanging out with him and his new partner she began to tease him that he’d blurt out to the whole VR chat that he loved a gal in clown makeup.
“I thought it was a secret,” I said.
He squirmed and admitted that he liked to get it out of the way in case it was discovered later.
His partner whispered to me when he was in the bathroom that she’d seen his clown folder and while they’d looked at it he’d exclaimed, “Ugh! That one’s a mime,” and moved the offending image to a separate folder. This had me in hysterics. A slippery mime had slipped in amongst his wholesome clown girls.
Later that day at DnD I announced to the group that we’d spent the day with Buck and his girlfriend. Two of them said in unison, “Buck has a girlfriend?!”
The third said at the same time, “Is she a clown?”
I absolutely lost it and asked how he knew about the clowns.
“I’ve met Buck three times. He told me about the clowns every time.”
This story is shared with Buck’s permission.