You know, it's awful. I fancy myself a student of sexual experience, but then something comes along and convinces me that I know nothing. Apparently, balloon fetishists are everywhere. In fact, you can do an experiment. Go out on the street, find a dead cat, find a small crowd of people, and swing the dead cat in the middle of the small crowd of people. One of the people you hit is probably a balloon fetishist. Helpful hint: it'll be the person who most shrinks from the cat's claws (in which case he's a non-popper) or the person who doesn't shrink from the claws at all (he's a popper). Apparently, a fairly well known porn star, whom you see here, is the looners' poster boy. His name is Buster Steve. Buster, get it? Apparently the smell and feel of latex are the hot buttons for the looner crowd, but I reckon it varies. It always varies.
Anyway, my initial impulse, upon being brought face-to-face with my monumental ignorance of much of the sexual universe, is always to retreat to my