Interconnected

As another week begins, Monday carries with it fresh Upsideclown:

It isn't beyond the realm of possibility that the way it happens is one day he sees a woman stepping on a snail and (unconsciously recalling that long Summer when he was six watching his beloved mother stomping on the beasts on the patio) thinks: "My goodness, that's what I've been missing all these years," shortly followed by, "I'd better go to the bathroom. I wonder where the handcream is?"

Fetishes, sexuality, snails. My very own Upsideclown, none the less. An exploration of sexual deviance and discovery thereof, in Hit Me Baby, One More Time. References supplied, as they say, on request.