“I’m a…crab!” The girl who is always drunk was dying at her own joke. “Well I’m half-person half-horse!” Ah, dressing room astrology-talk. “You’re a centaur.” “What the fuck is a sen tar?” It seemed like she couldn’t decide if it was rude of me to call her a sen tar. “A mythical horse man thingy.… Continue reading If you can think of it, there is a fetish for it: Centaur Fetish