To bond with my writer-husband, I killed a lone activist in my mind and buried him in the concrete of an outdoor pool.
I attended a lecture by multimedia artist Barbara Hammer and fretted over the little money in my wallet at an Alice Hills gig.
Consenting to enslavement play is not actual enslavement, but fantasy does not
NSFW, so act accordingly.
I live in a BEAUTIFUL place in a HIP neighborhood.