Guys.   Seriously.  This one is from the heart.   (Or as close to one as I have.)   It’s going to hurt at first, but I’m asking you with a genuine plea – stick around until the end.     I’m good with words…but I’m not good at apologies.   I’m a male dominant.   It’s what I am, from my vanilla personality on through my career, and down into my sex life, my marriage, the women in my home, and out throughout the rest of my life.   I don’t play it at a play party, and I don’t dre

AKA, Your Kink is Not My Kink, But Your Kink…is Still Not a Kink, It’s a Paraphilia. Look.   This isn’t an attack on diaper-wearing, monkey-loving, rule 34-waving gym-sock-suckers.   All of that is cool.   No, really.   My cynical, sarcastic phrasing aside, it’s cool.   Go ahead; let your freak flag (privately) fly.   Have your cake, and stick yourself into it too.   Lick the frosting off someone’s toes.   That’s awesome – you’re participating in the American ideal:   Freedom