Fuck your twee bullshit
Letting straight people into the kink scene was a mistake.
Watching folks engage in a candid heteronormativity they can build brick walls of "sexual freedom" using queer linguistics and a vapid will not to embrace their own repressed faggotry that might simply be a phantom cultivated by their ease of access to sexual proclivity.
Your polyamorus compounds of individualist hedonism wear a banner of subversives. But at the end of the day you've built M. Bison's sexnasium in your and act like there's no issue because of some "fully automated space communism pleasure dome" that makes you free of equitable treatment.
Your fetlife fantasy looks like Zardoz...
I've been worn in both skins, a trophy of both sides. Truly it is an honor to be with me but honor and honesty don't like to share the space as much as their etymology would have you believe...
This all goes to say I need to get my guts rearranged on a dirty mattress stuffed into the back of a pickup, and let intimate pain ring out into the open air where trees and power lines and the nights insects can all sing my hymns... Scriptures come in the imprint of a belt buckle on my inner thigh... Turn your books to the page, kill the cop in your head, and you can sing along with us.