Ok, this one is kinda good.

So we put some last-minute items out curbside yesterday, including all the books and magazines I didn't quite feel right making some charity volunteer sort through. (Read: smut.)

One of the items left out was an issue of the sadly defunct German latex-fashion magazine Marquis. Marquis was a pretty major influence on my concept of fetish fashion. So you know it must get pretty weird, but elegantly so.

Still. When we left this morning, Peg noticed that the Marquis had been taken. And then she noticed that it had also been left on a stoop less than a block away.

I would give damn near anything for a complete written log of the Marquis recipient's thoughts as he (a) decided to pick it up (b) flipped through it on the way down the street (c) decided to leave it there.

I feel like somehow I have gotten a sterling endorsement of my fashion sense today. O:)