Why Is It That Every Attempt To Make BDSM Aesthetic

Must make it “Tasteful” or “Artistic” in an impulse towards luxurious anhedonia where none of the real grit of what makes it good shows through?

I mean, is it really so impossible to indulge in Lux and Ivy kitsch BDSM?  Is it impossible to lean into that aesthetically?  To revel in the John Waters camp of it all?

Fuck your black and white “tasteful” nude of a woman in a collar.

Gimme exploitation cinema and neon zebra print any day.

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