You’re a Traveler Who Likes Unusual Sex: Let’s Talk
I have a friend who told me the following story: Back in around 2004, she and her husband flew across the United States to visit some of her family in Boston. Post-September 11, everything was still on high alert, and they spent a lot of time trying to figure out what they could and couldn’t bring on the plane. The issue was complicated because they were both interested in BDSM and wanted to bring some toys with them to play with in the hotel room. My friend ended up with a carry-on full of handcuffs, collars, leashes, and clothespins, while her husband carried their assorted laptops. She nervously stood at the X-ray machine watching the guard’s face as her bag passed through. The agent’s eyes widened, and my friend saw the conveyor belt stop…then reverse…then stop again. After it passed through, the agent held it up and shook it with an audible clink. “This your bag?” she said. My friend, paralyzed with embarrassment, nodded. “Can you explain what this is for?” the agent asked.