Recently I’ve heard two great food metaphors, one for love and one for kink.
A few weeks ago I toured the Kink.com factory and our tour guide said of the preference for pain
“It’s like spicy food. You can watch someone eat spicy food and shake and cry and wonder why they’re doing this to themselves. But they do it again and again and tell you they love it. Other people, of course, hate it. People are just different.”
Last night I was talking to a friend and she said that saying I love you does change things between the people saying it. She said
“It’s like the difference between chicken broth you bought at the store and chicken broth your mom made. Both are good. If you’re making rice then the store bought stuff is better than water. But there’s nothing like the stuff your mom makes when you need it.”
That is all.