I'm not a leather belt fetishist, but...

Well, maybe I am a little bit.

One of the oddest sexual attractions of my life occurred in a Value Village thrift store when I was 15.

I was perusing the aisles, scouting out cute vintage items, as I did on a near-weekly basis at that point. I looked at cowboy boots, silk scarves, cotton dresses. Vinyl records, cracked homewares, tattered paperbacks. Nothing in particular caught my ey…