OMG AM SUCH A PERV.

Like, really. More than even I thought. I always blamed my slight priest kink on Joaquin Phoenix in Quills. Except, in fact, not at all. It dates back to longer ago, as watching Dobermann has reminded me last night. Because l'abbé, in Dobermann? It's not the actor. It's the clothes. It's the cassock, and the arms. If there is a hell, I'll be burning in it.