In the interest of disclosure, I don't have a choking kink - but I've also been on the internet for nearly three decades at this point so who even knows anymore.
My understanding is that a large part of it is trust. The chokee is quite literally putting their life in someone else's hands and saying, "I trust you enough to do this without killing me." Of course, throw it into casual relationships and it kind of muddies that a little bit - after all, how can you trust someone you just met at a bar/on Tinder/etc. enough to know that they won't kill you? But I think that's where it starts, anyway.
No! Damn it! The only thing I liked about his career more than B99 was going back to all of the other things I'd seen him in and recognizing him there. He was excellent on House - played a beautiful foil to Hugh Laurie all throughout Season 6.
Rest in peace, Captain. You will be sorely missed.
I went hunting and found OOP's blog. There isn't much more to the story, which I will transcribe here:
until like LAST WEEK
professor B publishes a paper that casually drops the word "husband"
and obviously all the students are like "oh i didn't know u were married!" because we read that shit like how white suburban mothers read People Magazine
and shes like "yeah, it's Professor A"
and we all FLIPPED. THE FUCK. OUT
we thought the framed picture of the two of them on professor A's desk was ironic because hes that type of guy
like, you gotta understand, these two have gotten into YELLING matches in hallways. these two refuse to go on trips with each other. but apparently they have a system where they quite LITERALLY leave all of their work at work and drive home in separate cars and literally NEVER work at home. it is SO funny
This is kind of the beginning of Zayne Carrick's story, tbh - from the Knights of the Old Republic comics - and I'm surprised they haven't done anything with that one yet. I'd probably watch it, too, even though we're living through a time of Endless Trash.
Well, for your standard "horse body" centaurs, they're typically depicted as both being in the back. But this picture seems to be using human legs, so it's basically the interpretation of the original artist (but my guess would be same as a standard centaur because vag-in-front centaurs don't show up in art very much)
My dad loves to yell. Not at me, anymore, but he got it from his mother - they used to work out their problems in the form of screaming matches. I remember early in my teenage years he would bring up, almost out of nowhere sometimes, that he never hit us. He was proud of that. But man oh man, he sure loved to yell at us.
I only remember my grandfather yelling at me, once. It's not even fair to say "yelling AT me", because he was yelling FOR me - I was a dumb kid and I'd left the front door open to go outside and play. Once I got in front of him, he explained to me - calmly, quietly, but firmly - why I couldn't do that. I never did it again. I don't remember him yelling before or since that moment.
I miss my grandfather - he's the source of some of my fondest childhood memories and I can only hope I do him proud. Meanwhile, when my dad dies, I'll be glad to be rid of him. So, you do the math.
In the interest of disclosure, I don't have a choking kink - but I've also been on the internet for nearly three decades at this point so who even knows anymore.
My understanding is that a large part of it is trust. The chokee is quite literally putting their life in someone else's hands and saying, "I trust you enough to do this without killing me." Of course, throw it into casual relationships and it kind of muddies that a little bit - after all, how can you trust someone you just met at a bar/on Tinder/etc. enough to know that they won't kill you? But I think that's where it starts, anyway.