Fetish night, Cracker Barrel morning...
Juxtaposition is the strongest spice of the literati, and I found myself wading through the spice this weekend. It was a charity fetish party during the night...pretty odd for mainstream america, but pretty normal for a wandering sociologist/writer/whatever else I am. Pairs and trios bound with leather, rope, chain, and ultimately by the comraderie of living in stigma. Social groups...
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Juxtaposition is the strongest spice of the literati, and I found myself wading through the spice this weekend. It was a charity fetish party during the night...pretty odd for mainstream america, but pretty normal for a wandering sociologist/writer/whatever else I am. Pairs and trios bound with leather, rope, chain, and ultimately by the comraderie of living in stigma. Social groups...
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