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This week we’re on California. I’ve been looking forward to this essay, by a writer I admire: William T. Vollmann, and I was expecting something crazy. But the first half of the article is rather tame, with a brief overview of California’s industrial transformation, and then a tour of many towns: Mi-Wuk Village, Chinese Camp, Sausalito, etc. And then, all of a sudden, we came to this passage:
I put on lipstick and earrings, while my sweetheart, who now stood nude in the lovely wig I had bought her, told me to close my eyes until she was ready to surprise me with her new outfit, a dominatrix costume. You see, we were off to spend more expense money at a certain S&M club and dungeon whose workshop that night addressed a question of considerable interests to any loving couple: What are the most effective ways to inflict fear and spicy physical stimulation upon a submissive, employing hot and sharp objects as needed?
The story got interesting, and we read our very first report on an S&M workshop, with breast-slapping, pistol-sucking, electric wand, and a lot of screaming. This is the Vollmann I expected - a Californian, “a believer in the right of any adult to act upon her preferences beyond the point of extremity as long as whatever she does remains consensual.”
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