So slack, I know.
He’s got a rod beneath his coat
gonna ram right down your throat
make you grovel on the floor
spit, bump, and scream and beg for more
First, I direct you to the Cuir Underground archives, to peruse Gayle Rubin’s playlist from fisting parties at the Catacombs club in San Francisco from 1975-81.
(Edit: do they not look like the biggest leather queens you ever saw?)
Second, I direct you to this page, where, if you like, you can read the newest version of my thesis chapter plan. Which is my work, not to reproduced anywhere else. Please do comment, though, if you like.