I was an Anthropology major. Which, being the study of all things Men Do, can be related to study of asshooks.

Which are also used to tether the head back. Which is a better use, anyway, because if a hook is in there, nothing else can be, so what's the point? And if something else can, a line has been crossed somewhere.

I have no boundaries. I don't repress. My pants are not merely not on fire, they are hanging on the patio in full view from the road.

My luggage is bigger than me.

I'm picturing you dragging a steamer trunk.

The Boy is still confused by the prevalence of corsets among the Buffistas who are not kinky, because he considers them a Kink 101 garment.

I like them because they make my boobs look fantastic. And good for my back.

they make my boobs look fantastic.

Now that's an understatement.

Another anthropology major, here.

In re your whitefont, Zen, after reading much comment fic in the st_xi_kink LJ community, many will beg to differ with your last sentence. :P

My pants are not merely not on fire, they are hanging on the patio in full view from the road.

Zenkitty! Bringing it pervy style!

Um. I can't find my passport. Shit. I have an hour to do so.

Never mind! Phew.

pervy style

That's how I roll.

many will beg to differ with your last sentence. :P

Well, yeah... Sadly, as so often happens, I thought of it, shook my head, and then followed my own kinky choo-choo train of thought right round the bend.

If it can be done, some human has not only done it, but gotten off on it.

ugg. trying to format a rejection letter for #2 applicant who, well, is not getting the job. And they wonder why I hate the hiring process.