This paradox — that my kink is simultaneously intimate and asexual — is certainly one of its many discouraging and interesting aspects.

Maybe I’d been so uncomfortable with my sex for way too long that scenes with two males, where there wasn’t a apparent stand-in for “me, ” were simpler to eat up. Maybe I’ll never ever grasp. My kink developed early. Being youngster, we pored over any book that mentioned spanking, paddling or thrashing. Tom Sawyer […]