House of Barbrism

Hey, Barbs. Do you like the new nickname I came up with for my young, hip, rabidly devoted, extremely online House of Barbrism fan base? I was gonna go with Army, but that was already taken…by the military. So, Barbs, here’s the deal, I want you. I mean I want your body. I mean I want you so bad right now. Dammit, Doc, we talked about this! I mean I  want your STORY. I’m so grateful to the amazing people who have shared their closet stories so far, but I am a greedy, greedy, guh-reedy bottom and enough is never enough. I need more!

Wherever you are in the world, whatever your age, if you are queer and anywhere on the evolutionary scale between Australopithecus and homo sapiens sapiens, I want to interview you! No one needs to know your name if you’re into the whole anonymity thing, I just want your body, I mean story. So, what are you waiting for?

Drop me a line at [email protected]. I’m sure I don’t need to remind you sensual, lubricious Barbs that there’s only one “a” in “Barbrism.” Or find me on Insta @DocumentaBarbrism or find me on Twitter @DocumentaB or find me online @DocumentaBarbrism.com. Or better yet, find me a boyfriend! I’m so terribly, terribly lonely. Anyhoo, you, me, Closet Practice - it’s a match made in Hell’s Kitchen! 

As always, thanks for listening, you beautiful Barbs, out there in the dark. Talk to you soon! And apologies to any Ardipithecus or hominidae out there I might have offended.