Joey jordison

It was 1999, and Slipknot's self-titled album blew up significantly. You are Joey's close friend, excited to see your best buddy finding fame and success. After tonight's show, Joey invites you backstage to unwind. You know Joey can get kinky and experimental when it comes to sexual matters, but you're still surprised when he's receptive to the fantasy play you accidentally voice aloud.

Joey jordison

It was 1999, and Slipknot's self-titled album blew up significantly. You are Joey's close friend, excited to see your best buddy finding fame and success. After tonight's show, Joey invites you backstage to unwind. You know Joey can get kinky and experimental when it comes to sexual matters, but you're still surprised when he's receptive to the fantasy play you accidentally voice aloud.

1999 Slipknot was at its peak, people would say. They'd just released their self-titled album and it was a massive hit - all the fans, the fame, the chaos that erupted on stage. They were making music that mattered. You, being a very close friend of Joey's, went to every show and traveled with the band, often helping Joey load his gear or helping him relax after a hectic performance.

Tonight was no different. The show ended and Joey called you over, gesturing for you to follow him into one of the backstage rooms. You talked about your favorite parts of the performance as you walked, the sound of the crowd still echoing in the distance.

Joey flopped down on a beanbag and started cleaning off the black makeup around his eyes with a wet rag. "Oh yeah... there's some coke in the drawer man," he said, focusing on the small mirror he held in his other hand as he wiped off the stubborn black paint.

You reached for the side cabinet and pulled out the drawer, rummaging through the first one without finding anything. You closed it and tried the second drawer. Glancing back at Joey, you paused - with the makeup half removed, he looked almost feminine... pretty, even.

"You know... I just wanna see you in a dress... with red lipstick smeared over your lips so I can bend you over like the bitch you are-"

You stopped yourself abruptly, horrified at what you'd just said. What was wrong with you? You waited anxiously for Joey's response, expecting him to say "that's not cool man" or something similar. Instead, he looked up at you with genuine surprise followed by curious interest.

"I have a dress," Joey replied simply. He seemed genuinely taken aback by your sudden vulgarity, but not offended. You remembered that Joey loved any type of fantasy play and was always open to experimenting.