While I enjoyed this review, I'm sure I can't be the first person to notice a unintentionally hilarious typo. In the beginning of the third section Joseph Neighbor writes "Meanwhile, Soto and his colleagues, wearing baklavas to protect their identities...". As I read this, a deep-rooted chuckle came up from my gut as I envisioned the men with honey syrup and chopped nuts dripping down their faces from the pastries atop their heads, which instead should have been covered by BALACLAVAS. Too bad spellcheck can't take context into consideration!
This just convinces me even further how repellent BDSM is. You must be mentally ill to want to like this kind of stuff. Stepping on someone's neck? Making people vomit and make them eat it? Sex with no lubricant and not even stopping when the other person is telling you there's something wrong? Sick. Absolutely vile. what animals people can be reduced to. Rape is only one step away from BDSM and it shows
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