The Last Closet

The Last ClosetIt Was, Yes, S/M Pride Day. Along Fifth Avenue they came--goose-stepping, duck-walking, frog-marching, hobbling, crawling--3000 or so by police count, past Tiffany & Co., led by grand marshal Leon F. Christ, crucified on his own fiberglass cross, set tall in the back of a Ford pickup truck. You could hear them far off. Tink-clunk of shackle against chastity belt against spur. Paddles on flesh made a butcher-shop noise. And atonal, irregular yelping. Several hundred dominatrices, e...