I’m not into the fuckpig thing. If I’ve got to make a chick less attractive, I’d prefer to do so through the judicious application of my precious bodily fluids or the aggressive application of the back of my hand. Foam rubber noses just don’t do it for me. But the fun thing about my kink is that I don’t need to share your half-witted, pathetic little fixations to enjoy the effect they have on you. Just having a ringside seat to your emotional self-flagellation is delight enough for me.

It takes all kinds, I guess is what I’m saying.