Haven't even had ordinary sex with anyone but myself in almost a year, and if or when I ever do get lucky, no whips or chains or even leather will be involved.
And now I've read a book on the subject. My main response is, Some people do that, but I knew that. I just don't much care that people do that.
Which is really all I have to say about it, but now I have to write a review of a collection of erotic master-and-slave short stories, none of which did anything erotic for me. Gonna be a challenge. I lack a frame of reference, for comparing the stories to reality, or to other S/M or B/D fact or fiction.
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After two hours of scratching and then banging my head, trying to find the words, I found some. The review is written, and I only used the word "Ouch" twice.
I'd certainly write a bad review of my review. It reads like what it is: a writer writing about something he doesn't know anything about.
I've also been assigned to read and review a second book for Black Sheets, on a topic that should be more fun reading, and easier to write about. It's all about masturbation techniques, something where I have some interest, even expertise, and I'm eager to learn more.
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Other than writing that book review and then writing about writing that book review, all I did today was sell fish, and nothing happened that's worth writing about.
From Pathetic Life #23
Friday, April 19, 1996
S/M art by Dronebogus (CC)
This
is an entry retyped from an on-paper zine I wrote many years ago,
called Pathetic Life. The opinions stated were my opinions then, but
might not be my opinions now. Also, I said and did some disgusting
things, so parental guidance is advised.
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