Hi it's time I yucked your yum because it's my blog and I get to do what I want.
Hi. It's Lex. Your favorite car crash of a girlboy. No. Not a matter of opinion. I am your favorite. You know me. I like messed up kinks. You probably found me because you also share some messed up kinks. It's fun. On some level, wrongness is fun. That's kind of the whole point.
Now I have a lot to say about the idea of "wrongness" as it pertains to kink. But one thing that always sticks in my brain is that no matter how fantastical the perverted thoughts are, it has to be in some way tethered to reality.
And it really sucks when some of your kinks overlaps so much with something unrealistic in a way that's just completely divorced from reality. I am talking, of course, about political play - and a couple adjacent kinks.
The problem ultimately breaks down to one thing: MAGA guys are deeply unfuckable. So are a lot of other forms of reactionary weirdos. They're all freaks in the very much negative sense. I can't even enjoy the idea of "oh they're all gross in a way that makes them fucking me humiliating" sort of thing. They're just weird and repellent.











