From 2005 - White Rats dancers at rest, and performing.
Although the "corset" play piercings look SO cool. I think I'd try *that.*
I always want to try it, and then I remember that I scar like crazy. So NSM. Well, and now there's a gigantor tattoo in the way, but still.
The fact that he can talk to you about it, AND the fact that he's clearly educating himself (the how-to book), is awesome.
It really is.
I'm so proud of him for turning his repressed background into healthy expression. And, right out of the box, no pun intended...he found a seemingly great, thoughtful, kind playmate. If she breaks his heart I will, of course, have to go all 'splodey on her narrow behind, but for now I'm grateful for what he is learning and how.
Daisy Jane, sounds like a keeper to me.
If your sister doesn't want him, ship him here.
Although the "corset" play piercings look SO cool.
Yes, but...but. All I can see is the redness and the owey and the potential for infection...and snagging on things...
t /nobody's mom
I'm still bitter that I'm not getting on a plane on Friday. Damn university president inviting me to a meeting on Monday!!
t ignoring owie piercing posts
I want this coat! [link]
ETA: This one too! [link]
Covet, covet: [link]
More pretties: [link]
Although the "corset" play piercings look SO cool.
Yes, but...but. All I can see is the redness and the owey and the potential for infection...and snagging on things...
They're only temporary, so the potential for snagging on things is lower. As for the potential of infection -- that's what sterile needles and alcohol are for.
Although the "corset" play piercings look SO cool. I think I'd try *that.*
Yeah, that's kind of appealing. Huh.
I am so very, very not clicking on Tep's link. I may have soldiered through 18 needles in my first four hours at the hospital during the onset of the Great Bedrest Torment of Aught-Six, but I'm still not keen on skin with holes in it. I have no problem intellectually processing all the psychosexual factors that might feed into skin with holes in it as an element of play, but my lizard brain just scrabbles back into a corner and hisses in panic.
As to what constitutes seriously bent kink anymore, I can remember exactly two examples over the last couple of years of Dan Savage coming close to saying, "Ew, fine, that's part of who you are and yay you for embracing it but please keep it to yourself." The first was the letter-writer whose sister had insisted on bringing her slave, dressed in full slave gear, to the family Thanksgiving dinner (they had a formal written contract and he lived in a dungeon room in her basement), and the second was (whitefonted for extreme grossness, and do not read if you're eating lunch)
masturbation with feces play and poo-flinging.
It's probably safe to say that if it can make Dan Savage go "Ew," it's still solidly outside Middle America's mainstream. Short of that, I'm not sure there's much pure kink left.