Someone on Reddit posted an open directory that was full of BDSM manuals.

I made the mistake of browsing a few, not taking into account just how far out of alignment with my aesthetics—and gender politics—mainstream BDSM tends to be. My kink life has been dead in the water lately and I was hoping to get a little inspiration.

Well, that backfired good and hard. I think I've disabled my hypnosis fetish for at LEAST the next three months. The idea of a good brainwashing could not appeal less right now, though I could use a few gallons of brainbleach and a funnel.

*sigh*

I so deeply resent the fact I MISS Tapestries. And the alleged Good Days in Seattle, where this stuff was merely strung out in front of me, just out of reach, Tantalus-style, instead of simply miles and miles out of sight. >_<

Young perverts, enjoy what you've got when you've got it, because when it's gone, it's GONE. I literally can no longer imagine a process by which I would recover it.