Reading yuletide letters is generally a lot of fun; I get a sort of squishy fannish goodwill off most of them. But, well, here is the other part of reading lots of yuletide letters. I've pulled out some quotes about kink and loosely organized them into three general boundary-policiing themes behind the cuts, but they will otherwise be reproduced largely without comment:
( Type 1: Normal and Not-Normal )
( Type 2: What Does That Even Mean? )
( Type 3: No Scat, Please )
( Type 1: Normal and Not-Normal )
( Type 2: What Does That Even Mean? )
( Type 3: No Scat, Please )