In "Are we wusses?" I wrote about how my ex-sister used to tie me up for long periods (often all day) in cruely tight positions that hurt. Since living with my new family, I have met a really nice girl, and we have slowly beat the deamons of the past by indluging in TUGs of increasing length and incresingly tight restraints.
I was at Laura's house this weekend, and as the weather was nice and we had the house to ourselves, I spent most of Saturday tied very tightly to a chair in the lounge, with Laura sitting on my knee and watching TV or kissing and cuddling.
Unlike people are doing with Tyler's story, instead of throwing my hands up in horror (horrific though it was), I am beating the deamons of my past.
Wouldn't it be a great tribute to Tyler's memory if we keep TUGs in their right perspective and continue to enjoy them?
Matthew