As many of you know, when I wear jeans, I often flag. I’ve got my red hanky all nicely folded and ready to slide into my left back pocket.
Just in case. Because you never know when or where you might meet someone who knows what it means.
From what I understand, the hanky code used in [...]

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I have realized that through out my life, none of my thoughts or ideas about living with a partner actually involved sharing a bedroom.
I thought this was weird at first, but really, I just like my space. *My* space. I like having my bedroom set up just so. I like my books organized in my [...]

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Hit them
Kicked them
Slapped them
Squeezed them
Pinched them
Twisted them
Put them in my mouth
Attached weights to them
Tied them up
Poked them
Kneed them
Used them as a pillow (Yes. I have. They’re that big)
Buttered them
Dipped them in coffee
Thoroughly washed them
Dipped them in sour cream
Held them while sleeping/watching TV/Driving in the car
Watched him accidentally flash half of 7th ave/24th St with them
Dragged [...]

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Anon has some massive motherfucking balls, let me tell you. Simply massive. Sometimes, it looks like his dick is resting on a duvet of balls.
When he met, he told me he liked CBT. I hadn’t really had much any experience with it, but I picked up on the basic premise pretty quickly. Hurting is junk [...]

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Pick up scenes are what I call those lovely little scenes at summer camp that just sort of happen. They tend to organically grow out of the situations, because it is such a free environment.
For example, while hanging out on the porch of my cabin, Horns (Anon’s other girlfriend) and I were talking about slapping, [...]

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