To strap, or not to strap, that is the question. That’s the concept we shall be exploring in this essay. Someone raised a concern about a pattern she’d noticed among Ghanaian LBQ women. Apparently, many of us are opposed to strap-ons and she finds it strange, considering that it’s not much of a big deal in the community where she lives; (obviously not Ghana). There were varying opinions and I thought I would explore them. I don’t have a strap-on. …
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