Good evening, fellow kinksters!
I have spent a lot of time in my own head recently. As truly terrifying as that might sound, I’ve made some discoveries that I can’t explain but accept as a part of me, nonetheless.
How did I come to know I was a Dom? Or, at least, being able to function as one to an extent? Looking way back in my somewhat addled memory, I found my self the day I discovered the Gor series by John Norman. Yes. I’m sure that was it. Reading the well thought out words of his led me to imagining pretty young damsels shackled at my feet.
Reading that series unlocked something in my mind that has lain dormant for quite a long time and has been awakened again most recently . Those images dance behind my eyes while the world muddles by out in front of me. People cannot see what’s going through my mind (at least I hope not!) and the flashing images. Most people would not understand what I see there, but I know most of you do.
Its freedom. From myself. From the world. I am who I am and you are all who you are. We are, to my way of thinking, outcasts from mainstream society. We all like something different, and differently, than many people in the mainstream world today.
How do you know? It’s a feeling, for me. Knowing that I am different from most of the people around me. Knowing that some on this site might feel the same as me. That’s how I know.
Max
