i·me·michael

I have always considered myself rather open-minded. To each his own, and if it makes you feel good, do it, but I found myself a little disturbed and uncomfortable after seeing a short piece on some HBO show about pony play. “That’s bizarre!”, I said. What in the world are these people thinking? They whinnie, saddle up, and let their owner/trainer ride them. Some are going so far as to don fake hooves, and then be shoed like a horse. And all this to get their sexual rocks off. Where was I when the bizzaro train rolled into town?

I’ll admit to thinking that having some sort of tail is cool, but this? Nope, no way. And don’t think it has escaped my attention that this movement is attracting what looks like inbreds to begin with. Put Heidi Klum or Laetitia Costa in one of these outfits and I might start to rethink my position, but until then I reserve the right to file this under freaks and forget about it. If I can that is. God, the nightmares this is gonna bring me.