littleorphanammo's right. Why am I keeping these weird little nuggets a secret? This research died in the water anyway (shout-out to ex-lab who doesn't love clever experiments that involve a few sadists' brains, but would end up shedding light on neural networks in autism). SO I’LL SHARE.
Case history1. Plastic Dreams (his name, not mine) is a guy that found the internet late in his life, but just in time for a hotmail account and what he’s been after. His targeted audience has become bored, lonely and amateur-porn-numbed just enough to buy in.
He’s had at least 15-20 years to practice and perfect his plastic bagging technique. You could call him an expert, but he prefers artists. Don’t they all. He’s thoughtful enough to offer a variety of options: 1) unused, glossy black trash bags 2) clear, thin dry cleaning bags (which should not be mistaken for beginner use since those things can tie into a serious knot) and his favorite, 3) bodega store bags.
I speculate several reasons why the 3rd is his preference: ease of acquisition geographically, availability time-wise and economics. Fetishes are fucking expensive, but they don’t have to be. If you’re reading this, Plastic Dreams, you can use that. Price-wise, the mark up can be around 300% for plastic gear, and leather can be a whole other income bracket. But this 3rd option works out great because of the commonality of these bags and the spark it generates for Plastic Dreams. When do you not see one? In the stores, on the streets, dog-walkers, whatever, it’s that little moment, that glimpse of a secret that lives on his shelf that we don’t get to know about. That highly sexualized, tangible object hidden in plain sight, for him it’s everything. It’s literally a dream.
Anyway, in his posts, he includes a picture … is he what you’d expect? Damn right he is. He’s the real deal Holyfield of old school fet times, where if you’re into the aesthetics, you’re missing most of the point. It’s about the understanding, the anticipation, the self, passion, the psychological bond, living … not his whispy-thin ponytail or ‘listen-here-sweetheart-I’ve-seen-it-all’ goatee that’s had more Miller time this week than you’ve passed through your collective young and eager livers.
Plastic bagging provides him a much need balance, an exercise in control, suspense and power he’ll never have elsewhere in his life, while allowing him just enough risk he’s smart enough not to take for granted, and lastly, the added benefit of connecting with a stranger (they usually don’t come back) in what he considers, a meaningful way that gets him through the week.
Much like that one whale who’s song can’t be heard by any other whales for thousands & thousands of miles around, and is all alone … will anyone respond to his post? Tomorrow is Monday, for Plastic Dreams, that means another 11 hour day in a grease shop being ignored by mostly everyone, especially the ladies. True, he’s not attractive by any stretch of the popular imagination, or a gifted conservationist. Is he creepy? Hell yeah he is. But he has such unexpected depth and tenacity that the temporal shallow conditions that others base life mate decisions on, can’t derail him from perusing his fantasies. So, it’s plastic bags, so what. You keep truckin’ PD.