just a few minutes ago.
No comment at all.
Ascot World, an online community devoted to men and woman in wheelchairs.
Good? Definitely. But … but what if your kink is a para or quad … and science, not caring at all, just up and refixes the situation in, say, 2021 or so?
How do you file for divorce? “Your Honor, I loved him … and then the bastard got up and walked.”
Thought it was worth an aside here too.
OK, okay, but think about this. What if you’re some kind of extremist fetishist. What if you’re totally into allergies. I mean, not for you, but you like seeing the snot, sneeze and convulsions. They turn you on. All those muscular spasms, all that fluid flying. Suppose that you learn there’s a new drug that ends all allergies, forever.
Suppose there’s a new viral or nano surgery that can end quad and para deficits; an injection, three days, and the nerves begin to regrow. What then, if you’re attached to the person in the chair? Are you? Or are you attached to the idea of what the chair means?
Suppose, as a man, you’re really into women. Suppose you learn there’s a way for women to stop being women forever.
Suppose your wife takes that pill, and 32 hours later has a penis, her own.
“Gee, Morrie. Too bad you were injured so freakishly in the factory. Too bad science could only save your life by grafting a penis onto your vagina. But, see, I married a woman, and that’s all that matters to me.“
THINK about this.
What is attraction? If you say you’d love the other, crippled or not, well, why does gender matter either?
Stupid idea. “I love you, so much, but since you and I are incompatible in some arbitrary biological way, well, fuck it; I guess all we’ll ever be is good friends.”
You know what I hate about eating my vegetables?
Getting them back into the wheelchair.
Oh grow the fuck up already.
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