HANKY, PANKY?

I love the idea of a hankie code! Gay men apparently have always found a way to telegraph our desires/preferences in bed to other men in subtle (and not so subtle) ways. I also love the idea of what gay sex in the seventies was: unencumbered by social norms, totally tending towards the hedonistic and blissfully unaware of what the eighties would be.

Expressing sexual preferences and kinks has always been part of the Leather community, for what I've read (the kinksters, always light years ahead), so it comes as no surprise that the Kink and Leather communities are the ones that would probably use more a code to let others know what they're into than the garden variety gay man. I find the idea of telling the world without telling the world that we like bondage, for example. Titillating. 

I've seen many a straight person wear a bandana while being blissfully unaware that they are telling a very discerning minority that they like scat, or fisting or waters ports. Maybe all that soccer mom knows is that that Coach bandana goes well with her shoes. Or maybe that PepBoys guys is just simply keeping his hands free of grease. Or maybe not?

I usually peg (heh) straight people as of totally unaware of things gay men do, but I tend to forget that the most Stepford of the wives could be dominatrix in the safety of her suburban lair and the most straight-laced accountant could have a shrimping kink. And that the hankie code is not limited to gay men. We should never, ever judge a book by its cover, right?

XOXO

P.S. Oh, here's yours truly, because TMI is after all, my brand. 

Worn in the back right pocket, of course. 

Yes, there was going to be a test today.

Thanks to The Closet Professor (and to Huntley, for mentioning him) for his unintended guidance!