Disclaimer - Don't ask me why I wrote this. I don't remember, but it kinda fits, so I am leaving it here so this moment of dementia can be shared with everyone. You are welcome. No persons were harmed in the making of this rant. This rant is intended solely for my amusement, but I am willing to share. You do not need to read this rant, it will not be offended if you don't. It will not go to the corner, cry and listen to Hawthorne Heights... and if it tries, I swear to gods I will put it out of its misery right then and there. These thoughts, these views, these comments are my own and are known to cause 1d10 sanity loss per minute spent reading them.
You have been warned.
Foul Language and obscene mental images to appear in : 5...4....3...2...
I'm so Fet I nut latex and cry wax
I Warned you!
And now, now that you have removed the palm that you just applied to your face, and don't think I didn't see you do it, but now that it has been removed, please... read on, it only gets better.
Have you noticed the recent upswing of BDSM as "cool." I mean, it's no longer just the epic boots, catwoman costumes at Halloween, riding crops and bullwhips with Fetish Ren-fest cosplay getup. No, I mean that BDSM is out there, it's hip, its trendy. Never mind the secret plot to the continued the kinky evolution until we create the ubermensch dom/me and sub combo that comes with fries and that will lead us to our leather encased Valhalla where the whips will sing the songs of our people to the chorus of pain laden cries of joy?
Am I the only one who has this as a reoccurring fantasy? No really... I'm the only one aren't I? Again? Fuck.
No really, 50 shades is out there, sold everywhere, hell, i think even Walmart let the book ride on the same truck as some of their goods. Kink is the new pink, and it comes in a Katy Perry-esque pixie pill form that suburban America has bought in. Hell, Suburbia has swallowed this shit with the skill and gusto of a $10 dollar Thai hooker.
Ok, time to be semi-serious. BDSM is supposed to be an individualistic experience that is then shared with one or more people with ideas that are congruent with your own. It begins, in theory, with something you yourself choose to partake in, to explore, to grow into. You may have had a mentor, a teacher, a con artist or a liar plant the seed, or "help" you initially. And yeah, I added in a con and a liar there because not everyone happily arrives at Kinky-U when they decide to get their fetish on. A lot of people, who love the lifestyle now, came through some dark ass alleys to get here, so we are gonna keep this as honest as we can. Cool?
Anyhow, you decide to partake in this life. Now, for the majority out there, it starts really young, come on now, be honest, you know the same story almost everyone has. It starts with silk scarves or play handcuffs with one of your first partners. Almost everyone has that story, most everyone can go, " Oh shit, I forgot that. That totally was bondage and I didn't know it." I also know there is a good sized group who will act and svelte and shit and be, " Of course I knew what I was doing, I was popped out doing Shibari with my umbilical cord." ( You will NEVER get that image out of your head now.)
Guess what, I digressed again, back on topic.
As you get older you get to experience your kinks, your evolution, your delectable debauched delving into the lifestyle(s) you want to practice, perfect, and perform. You make some mistakes along the way, you find out there is some stuff that you have no interest in what so ever. Then again, you also find some play that gets your motor running just by saying the words. Your education is ongoing, growing, never ending. Maybe you haven't been able to be as open with your friends, or your family, as you have wanted to be. Perhaps they would not understand if you wanted to attend the next holiday in your favorite latex cat suit. Perhaps they would ask where you got it, and then would scar your mind forever as they suggest one of them get that suit. There is a lot of danger here, quite a bit of secrecy, talking about sex is hard enough at times with certain people, so kink is even more difficult.
Then a book gets published, and suddenly out of the woodwork these people start to appear. They are kinky, they are open about it, they are hipsters jumping someone else's train ( that line is for someone who goes googoo for gaga for the Cure, but it is still accurate.) And for the first time, you feel a little revulsion for the scene that is not part of the normal ebb and flow of your life. I mean, sure, you might have been disgusted by others, but you knew them somehow, you knew of them, and you knew what you didn't like. This new wave of "kinksters" you don't even know, and yet you want to burn them with fire, and I don't mean with a hot cupping scene, it is like they are oddly threatening in some ways. There is this anger, there is this disdain, and we get torn. Part of the society wants to educate them, another wants them to go away, some want to traumatize them ( gogo team sadists,) and then part of them just get so worked up that They want to reenact the "Hannover Fist" speech from heavy metal ( i'ts on youtube, go look it up.)
This new batch is dangerous to you, for some reason, Perhaps you are worried it will give the scene a bad rep, a bad name. Look, let's be honest, we don't need the help to get a bum deal and these fuckers are not going to change that. We do shit in basements that the inquisition used to dungeons and we call it fun. Some people are not going to get it no matter how you try and lay it out. Don't sweat the small stuff, and the reputation, that is the small stuff right now.
However, this is a line from my favorite series... you might have heard it, " This has all happened before..." ( the cool people will finish the line.) Anyways, it has happened before. Travel back to a more innocent time, a time of aquanet, 1st wave BritPop, Spandex and excessive uses of Peruvian Marching dust... yes, we are in the 80's, 1985 to be exact. "Exit to Eden", good old Anne Rice when she was not writing slashfic... Errr, I mean the Beauty series, popped this little nugget out and the scene survived. Hell it was mutilated and turned into a terrible... I mean really fucking bad ... film in the ninties. That aside, same thing happened then that is happening now. The media makes a big deal out of it. WHOOOOO NAKIE PEEPOS AND LEATHURS YAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!. And people want to be cool so they start saying how they are into kink, because it is the new pink, which was the previously new red, which was ( list continues to your heart's desire.) It will pass, and those who are there for the trend will move on, much like locusts.
But... but before you cast a sentence on all of them. Realize how influenced this society has become because of the writings of people. de Sade did not teach classes or hold munches. Sacher-Masoch didn't exactly give you a 101 class. And Reage created a character and a setting that has been rather influential in how a lot of people who are very into the lifestyle, act and portray themselves. So... how many people here got brought in because of something that they saw, that the spent the afternoon reading about? More than one is my guess.
So what is the point of the rant. Don't worry about the book, do as you have always done before, watch the people. Some, you will keep, meebe even in chains if you are into that, some will be gone tomorrow. There will be the hipsters, the trendies, you can spot them pretty damn easy so don't worry about them. You will find those who actually have a calling to the life, the scene, welcome them, help them out, let them find out more about themselves. You will have the predators, the evil that is humanity, deal with them as any responsible person or group would, do not let them find a home. But if there is one thing you do not want to do, don't continue to fan the flames of sensationalism. That is how Twilight still survives, and friends don't let friends help Twilight to survive.
Keep it swinging, more to come later.