My companion, the one who broke the news to me, was a handsome middle-aged white man with a tuft of grey fur poking proudly over an unbuttoned leather vest. There I was, on the outer reaches of conventional morality, without a clue as to what could be done to the inner reaches of the human body. A place furnished with leather slings and lit by television monitors beaming porn like flashing strobes, with the smells of lubricant and cum commingling in a heavy, sweaty mix. The first time I ever heard of anal bleaching was in a seedy leather bar in the depths of inner-city Johannesburg. How far would you go to have the best butt in town? In 21st century South Africa, Fumi May wonders why anyone would care about being fair down there.
Each of them will lighten your skin and also leave you with inflammation or ochronosis or worse. Hydroquinine, bleach, lime juice: take your pick.
