I have a policy that fetish play is just that, play, and as such I am loathe to take it into the public eye. This policy exists for a few reasons, the most important being that I hate when people push their shit on me, so I’m not going to push mine on them. I… Continue reading Just A Regular Day in the Park…
Category: Fetish
Talking Dirty with Tonya Jone Miller
I was flipping through BUST magazine last month when I came across a story about a Portland-based phone sex operator who makes all sorts of cash talking about food fetishes. Impressed and intrigued, the first thing that came to my mind was my all-time favorite South Park episode where Stan’s dad gets caught jerking off… Continue reading Talking Dirty with Tonya Jone Miller
Tiny Tuesdays: Part Fetish Night, Part Keep Portland Weird
This week I stopped by Tiny Tuesday at Lucky Devil Lounge (633 SE Powell). The ad boasted that all dancers would stand under five feet, there’s a three and half foot tall host, mini bottle service, a free drink for any customer under five feet, and “customers under 4 feet drink free all night!” I… Continue reading Tiny Tuesdays: Part Fetish Night, Part Keep Portland Weird
The Taxman and the Domina
It’s tax season! That makes me think of a story I found out about a few weeks ago involving a Domina and a silly man with a government job. A tax collector from Secaucus, NJ named Alan Bartolozzi wired (maybe more than) $780,000 in taxpayer money to a Domina with addresses in 5 states. He… Continue reading The Taxman and the Domina
Nothing To Sneeze At
From what I can tell, a sneeze fetish is more about the journey than the destination. While you may consider face covering an action that stops the spreading of germs, to a fetishist you’re hiding all the subtle intricacies of pre-sneeze face. I don’t completely relate, but I do enjoy a good sneeze as much… Continue reading Nothing To Sneeze At