<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Breathingtube on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/breathingtube/</link><description>Recent content in Breathingtube on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 17 Sep 2023 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/breathingtube/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Toxoplasmosis</title><link>/stories/2023/09/17/toxoplasmosis/</link><pubDate>Sun, 17 Sep 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/09/17/toxoplasmosis/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;By the 3rd time, I&amp;rsquo;d realized there was a trend starting… But I suppose I should start at the beginning.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My fetishes had always run on the strange side, still &amp;ldquo;reddit normal&amp;rdquo; I guess, but not the sort of thing that the average romance novel was about. Rubber and bondage sure, but with a flair for total enclosure and a bunch of flavors of objectification like forniphilia (that one where you&amp;rsquo;re turned into / treated like furniture, Gord was a mad genius). Way deep down, I had a mild obsession with trash play, which is exactly what it sounds like, being bagged up and tossed aside. I knew it was weird, and while I wasn&amp;rsquo;t against getting messy, I wasn&amp;rsquo;t really into the gross/dangerous stuff, so I didn&amp;rsquo;t really look to make it more than a fantasy and a bit of solo-play here and there.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>