These days everyone appears to be worried about healthcare except me. When Billy-boy Gates decided to launch the same biological-political attack he normally reserves for African nations on the Western world, I decided to double up on my daily workouts and cut all sugar out of my diet. I was in great health before the pandemic and I made significant improvements during it. I can run 1.5 miles in 9 minutes when I belligerently force the issue upon myself. As the old saying goes, an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure and you won’t need medical attention if you don’t abuse your body.

But health insurance or fetish performers?

There’s an entire lifestyle that goes with being a fetishist and each person’s fetish is different. Some of the things that people are into scare the hell out of me. Forget about the latex, leather or rubber clothes; I was once paid to film a private video for a guy that dressed up like a dog and let his trained German Shepherds attack him. Watching one of the dogs sink its teeth in his skin gave the man the hardest boner that I’ve seen in my life. It occurred to me then that this shoot could go wrong and I would have a hell of a job trying to explain what we were doing.

So how does someone get an insurance quote for “dog accidentally ate my cock?”

Or, for someone that made their own rubber suit and now has chemical burns? Or, a woman gets latex jeans and goes for a walk down the street where a distracted bus driver runs her over? I can easily imagine an insurance company representative going to a hospital to inspect someone that almost killed themself with a super tight leather gimp suit. Oh sure, I’ll get a ton of messages quoting slogans like “safe and sane” or lecturing me on what is and what isn’t fetish.

However, isn’t that kind of the point?

Fetish can be subject to individual interpretation. For example, I’m highly attracted to seeing women in tea dresses wearing big floppy sun hats. It makes me just want to put on a suit and tie and invite them to picnic so that I can watch their bosoms heave beneath their cotton frocks. Obviously, these days, there’s not much of a market for the Lady Chatterley scenarios but extending me medical coverage would be cheap. The agent might ask me what liability insurance I would be needing, and I can’t think of much danger other than choking on a grape or possibly having some squirrel mistake my nut sack for his stash while I am making love under his tree.

On the other hand, how are they going to handle someone that’s into pee and poop? Most of the public is freaking out about getting the sniffles these days and I’m sure there would be a freakout about fecal pathogens. In business everything is about the risk to reward ratio, so I can’t help wondering if this might end up being a huge pain in the ass for Clips4sale. They’re obviously not the company doling out the insurance, but the moment a performer doesn’t get what they want, they’ll be on the phone bitch at C4S. Factor in also, that this is the adult industry and we’ve got some issues with addicts and scammers, and I can foresee all kinds of attempts at insurance fraud.

Regardless, it’s still great marketing to attract studios and performers. So if C4S can make this work then I support their efforts. My only question is, would they help me make tea dresses and crumpets a financially viable fetish?

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