There are so many strange and beautiful things on Etsy. Today I glanced at these mermaid leggings and thought about their kink implications. Could one roleplay, I wondered, as a mermaid who has just awoken to find she’s in a human woman’s bedroom, her human-woman legs attired in iridescent leggings instead of iridescent scales? After the terror and panic passed, would she want to explore her new life, her new body?
I imagine dipping my fingers beneath the waistband, having never possessed a waistband before, and feeling the smooth flesh beneath. Wet and salty, but not like the sea. Hungry and hungrier with each touch. How long would I last before seeking out another human to show me the tidal rhythms of my own body? Would I wear my shiny leggings on a date to the beach, a month or two into a nascent human romance, and keep my tender truth inside as my beau looked at my long, salt-strewn hair and declared, “You look just like a mermaid”?
I can’t imagine a more perfect wedding dress than this strapless cotton and tulle gown by Cleo & Clementine. Wedding-night sex has long interested me, moreso as a kink concept than as a real-life desire. (It’s not that I don’t want to get married – if you’ll forgive the unintentional pun, “I do” – I just know myself well enough to know that a full day of socializing, eating, drinking, dancing, and high anxiety is far likelier to make me sleepy or weepy than horny.) I enjoy the thought of bundling into bed with my beloved once our formal attire has been shed, and having the ritualized, emotionally weighty sex known to follow nuptials. The historical associations of this type of sex with virginity, pain, and blood are horrible in reality and hot in fantasy, as are so many of the trappings of patriarchy.