Holy shit, there’s something deeply fucking funny and inherently insane that waxing, cuckolding, gangbangs, whipping, oh that’s all fine, gold star, tie me up, step on my balls, sound my nuts. Don’t kink shame love is love.
But if someone’s like “I’m just gonna lie down and not move teehee” or “call me the N word” it’s a hard line.
Maybe it’s because we’re all so far away from these kinks we can’t see the nuanced difference between someone who wants to pretend their partners fucking dead, or an anthropomorphic fox, or that it’s 1820 on the farm but goddammit can they really afford to be choosy? Aren’t you all past the “possibly axe murderer” line once your into pissing on people you tied up?
“Alright, I’ll be the Phillipino migrant, you be the 1920s mobster. Push me in the water and then cover me in cement, then roll me up like a gyro and feed me to the nearest Gardervoir”.
Uh, yeah you like that you fuckin uh, zoot suiter
“Yeah this isn’t going to work, that’s an orange flag, next absolute fuckin degenerate, read the operators manual next time”