Why Rituals?
Have you ever found yourself on a Saturday evening standing in a dimly lit room surrounded by people whose real first names you might not know while your barely-clad significant other is strapped to a piece of specially-designed, evil-intentioned furniture breathlessly awaiting the first kiss of whichever implement you selected from your leather bag full of dire toys?
I have. And it is a ritual I partake in as often as I can, as it is one time I can fully exist in the moment. (more…)
