Thanks to the diligent scraping efforts of the fine folks of the SA forums I was recently immersed in the wonderful world of Fetlife.com, a place for people of all fetishes big and small to gather and exchange their ideas. I consider myself fairly worldly by Internet standards, so it was a pleasant surprise when I was introduced to various concepts I had never seen described on the Internet in such specific detail.
**Be warned, the ideas discussed in this article may be considered gross by some people and scary by other people. Vanilla boring people who aren't ready to blow open the doors of perception. And bosses. A tiny thumbnail of boobs might sneak by as well.**
I want to be treated like garbage. Literal garbage. Then squash me.
This Minnesota Lesbian wants to be Flexbagged with black bananas. Stomp coffee ground into my crack and bury me with your yogurt tops.
it's hard to shake the feeling that I've always got five stars in this Grand Theft Auto known as life.
Now, inexplicably, season three is looming over us like some sort of dome. Season one's plot asked whether or not the town could get out from under the dome. Apparently the answer was "no". Season two asked "I guess we're really stuck, huh?" and the answer was "yup".
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