Day 782
By and large, my kinks are fairly pedestrian when compared to some others that I've seen on here. I generally prefer a lot of the basics. Rope & floggers, punching & resistance, rough & raw sex, and a few others. I've discussed my preferences for slutty over sexy, and trashy over beautiful in the past. I won't really get into that. My bimbofication kink is something that I've talked about a little too often recently and you can always go through my writings of the past month or so and find that, if you so care to read it.
Instead, I think I'll take this opportunity to talk about some of my more taboo kinks, even if they pale in comparison to those of some that reply below. Feel free to do so and discuss your own, if you'd like. I wanted to take today to open the discussion not to just the basic daily praise of my awesomeness, but to make this an open forum to discuss some of your kinks that maybe you don't feel comfortable discussing in open forums elsewhere. Mostly because I don't delete comments or topics that I might not be comfortable with, or that someone else gets their panties in a wad about.
So I'll volunteer to go first. Because fuck you, I'm awesome and don't mind being the first one to walk around with no pants on.
Actually... I'm going to kinda go first. I say "kinda" because I don't really have anything terribly taboo in my brain that is wildly out there. So instead, I'm going to discuss a couple of my most taboo kinks, even if they're not all that super-amazingly-taboo.
First one is probably the most tame of the 3 most taboo that I have.
It's a weird thing that I have. Girls in heels. Considering that I HATE feet and think they're gross. Not the "oh that's gross, I kinda wanna do it" kinda gross. I mean like "oh fuck you and die" gross. I never understood the feet thing. I mean, if that's your thing, awesome. But I just don't get it.
However, I have a thing for girls in heels. I think this probably connects back to my bimbo/slutty kink, because of the connections with porn whores and strippers. It probably also has something to do with the impracticality of heels for anything other than aesthetic purposes. I mean, you can't tell me that anyone is going to run faster or me more sure-footed when walking on ice while wearing heels. I mean, maybe if they're really motherfucking sharp and you can stab them into things for traction. But still... when they start making high-heeled cleats for girls soccer or field hockey teams, then I'll believe that there's a practical purpose for heels other than to make a girl a little taller, and to change her posture to make her legs look longer and to put her ass and tits on better display. And well, I don't see them making golf spike heels anytime soon that aren't solely for photo shoots. When a professional women's golfer starts wearing them for the LPGA Championship and wins it, then I'll bite.
But for some reason, it's only girls in stripper heels. I KNOW that this part has to do with my subconscious mental affiliations between girls in stripper heels and my propensity to be attracted towards slutty girls. Non-stripper-y heels on girls do nothing. Yeah, sure. They change your posture and everything too... but for some reason, they don't have the same turn-on factor for me.
So I guess I kind of have a high heel kink while having a foot repulsion? I don't know. I'm weird.
The next kink I wanted to talk about was body modification.
I'm an artist at heart. I've drawn and painted and sculpted and both wrote and performed music since I was 5. I've written more here than anywhere else, and I've written one book so far, with a few more on the distant horizon (mostly when I can get the energy to once again go through the marathon that is writing a book) and have scripted and drawn at least parts or large chunks of at least 3 potentially-long-form comic series. I've put the puzzle pieces together to potentially build a shared-superhero-comics universe that has its own secret history and aliens and mystical crap and everything else that goes along with the 20th and 21st century superhero comics. And that's excluding the half-dozen plotted non-superhero comics that I've come up with as well. I see the art in most things and the aesthetics that make things appealing. From cars to comics, ink to interior design, painting to piercing, and stereos to sculpture. There's a beauty in design that nearly rivals function.
Form and function are always curiously placed as opposing forces when I often see them as serving each other quite well. You want something to server a purpose; a function. But the thing is, you also have to often LOOK at the thing that is doing that job. And therefore, it should be something that you want to look at too. Something unique and cool and pretty and original.
I've written along these lines before in Body Mod forums and I'll rehash it here. Body Mod is really no different than any sort of other customization that we do.
We're born with our bodies and generally, with a few small details, they're pretty much the same. You certainly have size differences, skin tone differences, hair color differences, and all the rest. But really, almost all human bodies are generally pretty similar to one another. And you can look at it as a Phenomenal vs Noumenal Kant-like philosophical question. The concept of a chair is always the same even if this chair and that chair look different from each other. But you can also compare the human body to automobiles. And that's the way that I like to look at it.
The comparison is quite apt. We both are run on an engine that needs fueled and while we come in different colors and sizes and shapes, we're all pretty much the same. Some of us are blessed with better skin or hair, some cars are built with better upholstery or quality paint for durability. Some of us are more athletic or smarter, in the same ways that different cars might be better designed to drive a street race track or filled with all the tech that makes driving more comfortable. Whatever those differences, they're represented in the automobile analogy.
But see... body mod is actually in the exact same spirit as automobile enthusiasts around the world. We're all about customizing. Yeah, the factory specs on the car might be fucking great. But that doesn't mean we can't make it ours and unique from any of the 25,000 other virtually identical cars in that production run. We might have bought the unique color or the super-deluxe packages, but so did a thousand other people. No, what we want is to make it one-of-a-kind. And that's when you get into the custom car people. That's who us BodyMod people are. We're the custom car enthusiasts of the human body. We want to design and build and mix and match from both totally original concepts and after-market production parts. We won't be the first person to roll the fenders to accommodate the 3" drop and 8" wide wheels and tires and we won't be the person to do a set of nipple rings either. We won't be the first person to airbrush a whole piece that stretches from half way down the driver's door to the rear fender and wraps around to match the symmetrical design on the other side before meeting for a whole new merger of designs that covers the whole trunk of the car and we won't be the first person to do a set of sleeves that meet at the shoulders and merge into a huge back piece.
We won't be the first to do any of that. But what we will be is the one that designs how all of the individual pieces go into it and where they fit and how they fit. We'll pick the colors for the paint or ink. The types of metals for the trim or piercings. The body kits or surgical procedures to change all the lines or how they body shape works.
And we do it all with an eye towards a final finished product that is totally unique and original, personal and deliberate, that emphasizes the parts most beautiful parts and washes away the flaws or inadequacies that you see in the original factory-issue design.
The best thing about heavy BodyMod is that sometimes you're the owner, sometimes you're the car, and sometimes you're a Transformer and can be both. And there's you random 80's nostalgia reference thrown in for a joke.
The final taboo kink that I really enjoy and wanted to mention here is watersports.
To some, it's as normal as kissing, and to others, it's equated with scat play. There's no line for some people and they can't see that one. One can't engage in one while still being disgusted by the other, in the eyes of some. It's edgy. And taboo.
Honestly, this is probably the only kink I have on my list that I would legitimately call "taboo" just because there are so many that reject it outright. It's terribly niche and it conjures up bile in many. In the same way that eating a chocolate bar while sitting on the toilet does for well... anyone that isn't into that kinda brown thing in your mouth stuff. And I figure, if it makes some people sick to their stomach to even think about, then it's probably fairly taboo.
I mean, I know that furries make me feel a little nauseous. Mascot fucking.
But to me, it's a turn on because it's a form of edge play that really only have a very very dull edge. The psychological edge is far sharper than the physical side. And I think maybe that's the side of it that I really get turned on by. The unconscious concept of ingesting any form of waste is the edge here. Even if it's not really waste as much as excess. Unless you're actually ill. Then all of this is thrown out the window and it's just not healthy at all and right into the same physical edge play as it is psychological.
I'm not sure what else I can really say about it though. It's an edge play that isn't an edge play because it lacks the fundamental physical risk that is really required to be categorized as actual edge play, while still striking the same psychological triggers that edge play normally does. So it's kind of a best-of-both-worlds situation where I can still get the emotional and psychological reaction that I'm looking to achieve out of a partner, while not really risking their physical well-being in the process.
So there you go... there's a few thousand words on taboo kinks. And I really hope that other people will chime in on some of their taboo kinks and what it is about them that they enjoy or even as just use today's column as an excuse to admit out-loud (or as loud as your interwubz box key-strokes are) as to some of their taboo kinks.
I kinda wish mine weren't so pedestrial and boring, to be honest.
Day 784
A stripper pole. I've been meaning to do this and haven't found the one I want at a reasonable price. They're crazy overpriced for what they are. They should cost, at most, 1/3 of what they do. The pole is only like $10-20 in actual metal price. And the brackets might cost $25-30 to fabricate. Yet they charge up to $800 for a decent one. Plus... come on... do you know how many girls will want to try the stripper pole at parties or just come over to practice?? Yeah... Exactly.
A hidden room. Because fuck you, I want a secret hidden clubhouse to hide in and nobody can find me. If I could, I'd build a house where ALL of the rooms were hidden but that might be a little impractical. 
