That line broke my heart. Both of them are settling: the dog guy for not feeling like a “stray,” Colin for apparently putting up with someone who doesn’t love him just to have a relationship.

“Then I had this moment of panic because a puppy without a collar is a stray; they don’t have anyone to look after them. [...] It’s a sad thing to say, but there’s not love from the heart in me for Colin–but what I have got is someone who is there for me and I’m happy with that.”

This doesn’t sound super healthy? If…

Yeah, that was “holy shit fuck no” territory. Got no issue with people’s private kinks (shit, I domme a guy who is into this soooo) but that is fucking disgusting and I would have a hard time not resorting to fisticuffs if some jackass stranger or coworker “nipped” my shirt. Boundaries, learn them.

Far be it from me to tell consenting adults what to do, but whenever I read about stuff like this I always wonder, how do you discover that this is your kink? Do you see dogs and think, ‘that looks chill’? Because I don’t have a kink (yet) and if I am missing out on something I want to know.

“Even when I worked in PC World I would sometimes walk up to people and nip at their shirt. I got in trouble once; someone walked into the PC repair centre and I had part of their dad’s computer in my mouth. But the other staff knew I was like that to everyone. They didn’t find it weird.”

Just a little tradition I have

Or any time at all AFAIC.

As I always have.

I am reminded of a case, years back, in which a very wealthy couple used their children as pawns in a divorce battle (if I have any lacunae in my memory of this, I am sure some J-belles will let me know); and the judge was finally so tired of their shenanigans that she ‘awarded’ the house to the children, and ordered…

For the record, I’m refusing to spend Christmas with Madonna as well.