Do you know who Leopold van Sacher Masoch was? To put it simply, he was to masochism what de Sade was to sadism. He gave it its name.
His big book was Venus in Furs, a charged, but weirdly throttled novel that somehow lives on. It was throttled in my opinion because the fantasy at its heart was fallible, frail, inherently impossible. Such fantasies are.
Masoch made his way in the late nineteenth century for writing a lot about the Eastern European nationalism of the day.
Venus in Furs was his claim to fame.
Minus Venus in Furs, there's a lot less of Lou Reed and the Velvet Underground, given that that group's version of "Venus in Furs" was foundational and powerful.
I'll describe it as a sexy and perverted dirge.
Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girl child in the dark
Comes in bells, your servant, don't forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart
Sick, isn't it? So very sick.
Leopold van Sacher Masoch himself was a believer that only a femdom universe could work, as ruled, supremely in his imagination, by a fur-clad tsarina. (I don't really want to argue here with all those who think porn is all about male domination except to note that at this point it's a whole lot about the opposite.)
Such a tsarina was his never-ending fetish.
I'm trying to make Hillary my fetish.
Want not only to vote for but to be by ruled by her.
It would help if she's stop dressing as a teletbubby.
Doesn't have to wear boots or leather.
Just dress like a woman.
Maybe she had advisors saying to her don't dress like a woman, as opposed to a teletubbie, just as Kerry, in his debate with GW in 2004, was constrained by his advisors to fade and not come out like a man.