Needles. It’s not just a city in California where Snoopy’s brother Spike lives.

I’m not into needle play. At all. I don’t find it hot, or fun, or interesting. Other people do, and that’s just fine.

But lately there have been a lot of needle play pics showing up on my Fetlife feed. Apparently needle play is growing in my area of the US — and elsewhere; one person I follow who lives nowhere near me apparently just did a bunch of solo needle play and now her profile picture is her breasts covered with needles.

There are a few kinks that I’m really, really not into. Needles are just one “really”, because they usually don’t involve blood — or, at least, I don’t see blood in the pics that zip by on my feed. Small favors, I suppose. I guess it could be worse; it could be sounding, or golden showers, or certain types of foot/boot worship, all of which engender much more visceral reactions in me than needles.

There used to be, pre-covid, a local monthly play party where there was, among other things, a medical table that was used for sharp object play. There was almost always someone set up there doing a scene with sharp, pointy things. I preferred not to play in that room because I didn’t want to get distracted seeing something I wasn’t into. In person, I can avoid needle scenes by simply going to another room. On Fetlife, though, it doesn’t work that way. The pictures show up in my feed and I have to see them, even if only for a moment.

I know there are always going to be kinks that I don’t like that other people are into. I don’t know why needles bother me as much as they do, but they do. I guess I’ll just keep avoiding them as best I can.