Thursday, February 23, 2012

who?

There's something of a cultural norm among people who attend Renaissance Festivals regularly to go by nicknames among other fairegoers. Not everyone has one (I don't), but most people do and you get to know them by that name. This is perfectly normal, but the names are sometimes a bit weird and it feels really strange not knowing someone's real name. I knew the boything for almost two years before I learned his real name because most people call him 'Pyre'.

Also, occasionally the names invoke embarrassment when used out of faire, leaving you with the choice between making up a less weird name or telling a story about a woman you know by the name 'Bacon Face'.

I swear to fuck I know a woman whose nickname is 'Bacon Face'.

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