Daisy Jane, sounds like a keeper to me. If your sister doesn't want him, ship him here.
Spike's Bitches 37: You take the killing for granted.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
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
the Folsom Street Fair last year, there were some AWESOME Morris Dancers (v. non-traditional, with women and vinyl clothing and just awesomery). Some of them had threaded their bells on to fishing line and treaded THAT through the skin on their arms - one bell to a piercing. It looked so bloody cool.
It truly, truly was.
looks at calendar
Sigh.
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.
God, that seems like a lifetime ago. But I do remember it was very fun.
Two years I think. Dude.
Although the "corset" play piercings look SO cool. I think I'd try *that.*
Yeah, that's kind of appealing. Huh.
Plus, endorphin rush = YAY.