Content I’ll Glady Pay For and, Disturbingly Related, Guns

Definitely just picked up a month Suicide Girls membership. And damned but if I still don’t have such a weakness for punk/goth/quirky-lookin’ girls. Between that and the gun fetish apparently lying dormant in me awakened by the image of Trinity with a firearm to the Merovingian’s head in The Matrix Revolutions last Wednesday I’d say my kinks are just asking for trouble. Punk girls with guns? If Tank Girl taught me anything, that’s bad news. Shit gets blowed up [sic].

(And yes, I can hear the shudders, winces, and pleas of my regular readers to never, ever, ever again explore my sexuality in blog form ever again, at all, ever. Sorry.)