Published in the May 3 issue of Creative Loafing

We met at a local bar on a Monday night, as friends do, to talk about the meaning of life and such. As we finished our second beer, he cleared his throat.

“We should probably discuss what we like to make sure we’re on the same page,” he said.

“Agreed.”

This was how my first BDSM relationship began — with a conversation.

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