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