Folks, people never cease to amaze me. How does a man even get two wet suits on?
There’s a deeper point here, too, about how we keep hearing “Conservative Christians” prattle on about sin and our evil society and temptation and how we must all strive to be “Good Christians,” which apparently means hating the people who are openly doing the shit your pastor is doing in private, which makes them look like packs of roving idiots.
And I’d make it with glee except that I feel bad for this guy.
No, really, I do.
As far as kinks go, I’ll admit, this one is a little out there. But there’s nothing inherently wrong with it. Butts have nerves that feel good when stimulated. Prostates feel good when massaged. Being confined can be erotic.
And there’s nothing inherently wrong with wanting to take pleasure in your body in any of the ways that your body brings you pleasure.
That’s what makes me sad about this. I’m not sad for him. I mean, come on, he died doing what he enjoyed.
I’m sad for all the people he knew who couldn’t just hear about the circumstances of his death, laugh a little about it, and then shrug and get on with life. I’m sad for them that they feel confused and ashamed, that they’re so cut off from feeling certain of the okayness of feeling pleasure in yourself that they immediately assume dude did something wrong, something of which we should never speak, but always conceive of as sinful and ugly.
That part’s just not true and I don’t know how you convince folks of that point.