The Magic of the Gathering

The Artist D & Kira the Infamous
The Artist D & Kira the Infamous

Upon my arrival there was a skinny pale girl in blue latex walking a small fluffy dog. A tall plain hairy man with a robust pot belly ogled her from the escalators behind. All around the lobby vanilla people side-eyed and silently clucked at the peppering of dominatrices, submissive slaves, and puppy dog humans. Men with their boring girlfriends pursued and pondered where they had gone wrong. Women with their boring husbands surely did the same.

It was a carnival of human riches for a person with a past and present like mine. A freak unique and “an heirloom from the 1990’s cam scene.” I was The Artist D, my name tag said so…

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