That's Gonna Leave a Mark

Hickeys--so very high school. Yeah, turtlenecks in the summah is a bummah and all that, but I think as pubescent, rapidly developing horn dogs, we were much more in touch with our base nature back then. By placing a hickey in a highly visible spot we staked out our claim; marked our territory; "That's my property BITCH, now step the hell off!"

I don't think the neck as a popular destination was any accident either; not only is the neck a kick-ass erogenous zone, it's also the location of the jugular vein. It's like we're saying, "That's right, I own your life-blood, and if I bite down it's all over." (Is a Vampire then simply an overzealous male teenager? You decide.)

Nowadays, bruising your partner in a highly visible area will probably get you assault and battery and 90 days in the can. But I still find that when I'm in the throes of passion, my primal urges completely take over. I bite, I suck, I squeeze, I scratch. In other words, I most certainly leave my mark.