We were still close enough to the freeway that when a semi-truck passed it would make the whole car vibrate. Rectangles of white headlight came through the back window and then passed, quickly, along the length of the interior wall, illuminating Jake’s face and body so that I saw him like an old fashioned filmstrip, in rapidly cycling frames.
Anyone who has read Guts by Chuck Palahniuk knows that things can end very badly when we don’t carefully consider the risks of exercising our proclivities. But just in case you didn’t get the lesson (or you fainted during one of Palahniuk’s infamous readings of the story), we have some more gruesome tales for you, fresh from ERs around the country.
The fundamental tenet of BDSM play is Ã¢â‚¬Å“Safe, Sane, Consensual.Ã¢â‚¬Â This isnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t Ma CherieÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s Kink U* so IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll sum up: DonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t kill each other. DonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t be too drunk or under the influence of other, ahem, substances to make rational decisions. Respect each other’s limits.
When people ask me about my Labor Day weekend, my polite answer has been the aforementioned title (since I love film references). The reply closer to reality would be: beer, sex, and cigarettes. Since I’d rather not write an entire novel on this lost weekend, I’ll give you the blow-by-blow by the hours.