Stories about people on leashes seem to have been popping up in my browser recently. First, there was this story about Britney Spears walking a guy on a leash during her stage show. Apparently she does it as part of every show, but this made the news because it was C list celeb rather a random member of the public. Pulling people out from the audience is nothing new for bands. U2 did a great job of incorporating it into their shows. Green Day used to get audience members to play with them. Sticking an audience member on a leash is a new one to me however.
The other story was about a couple kicked out of a mall because the woman was being walked on a leash. There was also a good follow-up article I spotted on them. Personally, while public play doesn’t do much for me, I like seeing people having fun and doing something different. Public spaces should be for everyone. I have to put up with bad fashion, crappy music and screaming kids in malls. The least other people can do is tolerate a happy looking couple with a leash.
This is a striking trio, but I think even I’d draw the line at people shopping like this. I’m afraid I don’t have an original source for this image.
Sign of the times. No act of pleasure shall go or shall be left unpunished.
All over the place we have to put up with bad fashion, crappy music and screaming kids.
And don’t forget to mention aggressive and rude behaviour and the foul stench. But no perp
will ever be taken off the streets or punished for that.
So: Be inconspicuous! Be conventional! Bland in! And don’t you upset Jo and Josy Normal.
They might get confused … or they might even panic or become aggressive … or call for the
law.
All of a sudden I remember Wasteland 1996 or ’97; annual Kink event in Amsterdam.
Bob dressed to the 9th in his tuxedo, trousers tucked into his highly polished riding boots
with spurs; walking me on a leash, dressed in a nappa leather hood at one end, a plug with
a horsehair tail in the middle and a pair of Bally pumps at the other end. I could only hear
the muted industrially produced din (call it music if you want to) and we didn’t participate in
any activity; kinky or sexual or other …
Took ‘m less than half an hour to single us out and kick us off the premises … Considered
us much too extreme. Maybe the offence was solely mine: Not wearing ugly lumpy shoes
with platform soles; setting me apart from the good girls as a home wrecking whore 🙂
The young lady sitting on the gent got it right: Free the nipple! But she didn’t forget to wear
ugly shoes during her liberating activities … while all manner of easily upset folk still seems
to be sound asleep …
Nice neighbourhood, by the way.
-marga
Anyway I would bet that image is shot in Germany, and probably Berlin..
Fred.