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: July 2002:
What's Your Fucking Problem?
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A
young lady recently asked me how she could get "kinky"
with her boyfriend. Specifically, she wanted to know
how she could pour hot candle wax on him safely while
having sex...à la ancient MTV erotica.
I immediately envisioned cheesy black lace, a bad
perm, and Spandau Ballet blasting while some Pat Benatar
clone seductively tugs off her fingerless gloves with
her teeth to give a vigorous handjob to the only guy
in the food court with a rat-tail mullet. Ugh, please.
You want kinky? Take one of those beer-can-sized vanilla
pillar candles from Pier One, scrimshaw a cock out
of it, and push it into something that makes you wince.
THAT'S kinky.
Then
I thought, maybe I'm being a bit harsh here...I
know what MY kinks are...what kinds of rough and nasty
things get me off and what pushes my threshold to
where I might lose it completely. But someone, someplace,
could think a woman on top is downright subversive.
Conversely, someone may not be able to get off unless
they're slammin' their junk in a car door or fantasizing
about fuckin' their Grandma in her chain-smokin' neckhole.
So what the heck is kinky?
In
my younger days, "Kinky" was a planned thing. I would
have handcuffs in my bag in case I got lucky. And
if a partner wanted to get wacky with a belt, we'd
establish a "safe word" such as "uncle." We'd slowly
count the strikes 'til I said, "Uncle...uncle! Please,
uncle...use the strap end, the buckle's gonna chip
my teeth!" Nowadays it's more reflective. "Whoa, we
got pretty kinky last night...." I muse in the shower
as my breasts and hips look like I fed potato chips
to a bunch of bears using my naked body as a plate.
But is that kinky?
Not
really, according to a few "experts" in the practice.
"Kinky
is all about the mind," one dominatrix told me over
the phone from her Manhattan "Dungeon," echoing exactly
what some other pros had stated in their enlightening,
though at times gassy and maudlin, diatribes on the
subject. Looking at most of them, though, one would
think it was all about corsets, black nail polish,
and Siouxsie and the Banshees makeup. This particular
"Mistress" also claimed to have eighteen piercings
in her pussy alone...I envisioned wrinkles of sweaty
roast beef being shoved through a cyclone fence.
"The mind is your sexiest and scariest organ," she
continued. "Right and wrong are held in there, good
and bad....kinky is a flip-flop on those basic concepts.
An incredibly powerful Los Angeles attorney is one
of my clients. He is feared and reviled in his world...and
he comes to me [in New York City] and wants to be
put in his place. He cleans my toilet with his tongue
and loves to be pissed on...humiliated. He needs it
to put things back into balance to feel human again."
"So
kinky is about sexually exploring your inner opposite?"
I ask.
"Not
all the time. Mostly it's an exploration of your limitations--physical
AND
mental. And it has very little to do with sex...sex
is so...sloppy."
Mmmmkay.
I s'pose it would be kinda sloppy trying to navigate
a tackle box with your dick. Thank you, Mistress Tinseltwat.
In
a pierced nutshell...venturing from your sexual safety
zone is pretty much the definition of kinky. Don't
be compelled to imitate. Just because it seems like
the Goddess of longwinded, leather-bound horseshit
seems to have a grip on the ropes...that yank on the
scrotes...that hang from the blokes...who crawl in
the House That Kink Built, doesn't mean that's all
there is. I went to an S&M-themed club to learn
more about this, and I only learned what it's like
to be a fat chick searching for a life. Some of the
kinkiest fuckers I know don't need a goofy uniform
or a gang of corsetted D&D flunkeys to hang out
with. They just bide their time 'til the green light
signals GO, and they expertly break your ass down.
God bless 'em.
So
light your candles, let 'em get hot 'n' melty while
you bind the limbs of your
present mount, crank up the Spandau Ballet, and get
all sloppy. But if you were me, one of those lit fuckers'd
be goin' IN someplace.
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