Along with a photograph, some writing


Capitol Hill attic selfie with de-labelled boxes, Seattle, 27 December 2015

“The clamps reside in a sock drawer, the cards on a bookshelf. Whenever I catch sight of them, though, they never fail to intrigue me. Just mass-produced consumer goods, they’re potent nonetheless, physical reminders of ancestry. Roots”—a small excerpt from “Nipple Clamps, Vintage Porn, and A Guide for the Naive Homosexual: History with Illustrations,” my new essay.
The rest is available at Plenitude Magazine.

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