Every time we get started on the "kink at Pride" thing, aka the "I don't like that your clothing doesn't meet my standards" thing, I think about the fact that the surest way to make my wife turn approximately the same color as a watermelon popsicle is to walk into whatever room she's in wearing jeans, suspenders, and a tank top
clearly I can't wear that to Pride
People might get the idea that sometimes I fuck my wife, and we can't have that













