Sex Geek

In the last week, I’ve been in four airports, and passed three security checkpoints (so far), and still nobody’s strip-searched me. What’s the point of travelling if you don’t get the perks? Yeesh. Well, I can always cross my fingers there’ll be a cute dyke at Canadian Customs when I get back to Montreal in a couple of hours.

I don’t understand how it is I manage to come off as sweet and innocent even with twelve piercings, a leather jacket, a ticket to a BDSM conference and a bag stuffed with sex toys, SM paraphernilia and porn. Well, I wouldn’t call it porn, but Pat (now Patrick of course) Califia is renowned for being the author whose work has been most frequently seized at the border, and I imagine his classic work Doing It for Daddy - now happily nestled in my luggage next to the jointed flogger and the butt-plugs - would be pretty high on the list of titles likely to upset a border guard.

Oh, OK, I know it would be no picnic to actually get caught. But I can’t help thinking somehow I’m just not bad-ass enough.

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