The Kink Is In Your Brain...

Let's see, how do I want to put this.....? Kink, good ol' kink. Some would think that kink is fishnets and whips, chains and fists. Maybe, a little. But really, folks... the kink is in your brain - the dark recesses where things go awry, where trainwrecks and bad sex happen - even the smallest sexless things / like how I like it when boys hands are working on something.... The Merengue is kinky because of it's history - and the sugar and egg in the name - but only because I think so? The way Sonny dances it is kink supreme. Your senses can take off inside your head so far, things no other human should know about you...The brain:


Just look at that. It's kinky. The things it dreams up are sexy and horrible and strange. The tentacles it has, this receptacle for garbage, knowledge, logic...what goes on in here? Even just the thought of that is kinky - the fact that I don't know enough to elaborate like some scientist would, gives me a flash of tingles on my belly, anxiety. Some people are much to soft to even imagine their kink, because they are afraid. Poor souls. It's almost more disgusting to not connect with it than to have some outlandish fantasy. I'm fucking bored. I'm gonna go have another posting now...something about disgust and anger.