Own Your Kinks
There’s a complicated scandal embroiling the man who is presently the governor of Missouri. A few years ago, before he was elected to the current post, but while he was a married man, he is said (according to this article, and based on a tape recording quoted therein) to have seduced his married hairdresser by inviting her to his basement “to show you how to do a proper pull-up.” There he taped her to “some rings” and blindfolded her (apparently with her consent, although it’s not as clear as would be ideal) and caused her to believe he had photographed her (without her consent) and would spread the pictures “everywhere” if she ever mentioned his name.
The woman’s marriage did not survive this event; the man’s, so far, has, although his governorship is now twisting in the political winds, mostly (since the woman has never complained about his behavior) over the recording memorializing what sounds an awful lot like a blackmail threat.
What strikes me about all of this is how much tsuris could have been avoided if shame were removed from the picture. It’s not the kink that gets you, Governor; it’s the cover-up.
