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The Culture that has been here all the time

When I was introduced to BDSM relationships, I realized they had existed probably for all of human history. Religion and Western Culture distort this and BDSM itself greatly, and if anything, an incredible hypocrisy is always present. Using codes and euphemisms, even denial can mask the fact that many people thrive within this often unrecognized subculture. For example, my wife had all the earmarks of a pleasure slave and was generally devoted and submissive to me. In times of marital friction, I often heard the words from a counselor, "She just wants you to love her." "Love her," I thought I was, and now I know without a doubt I need to be a Dominant, not some preconceived idea that we are to live as equals: we are not only one can be a Dom and one a sub at a time, but, it is perfectly fine if switching is desired at least now and then.
6 months ago. Saturday, August 2, 2025 at 7:17 PM

A man desires a woman, or a woman desires a man. Does it matter? I say NO!

Within us is the desire for the other, and it can not be beaten out, ruled out, forbidden, or hidden. In this community, I extend my desire description to include and appreciate the individual makeup we each have—multiple, monogamous, vanilla, gay, bi, or full-blown experience with BDSM. 

Love is real. Love is an action word. Love manifests itself in a kaleidoscope of emotions and variations. I will admit that in my approximately 70 years of sexual experimentation, disappointment, and joy, I am still learning and willing to engage in the physical erotic love and keep my romantic love at the same time.

I will be mild and say, as far as I can tell, most religions hide reality and practice hypocrisy. When revealed, people feel shocked, ashamed, and dismayed (at least they fake the response).

I am sad for people who deny themself the pleasures and joys of love, erotic and romantic, and any such combination, from the chicken coop, where I asked questions of myself at five years old, to the annual church bazaar, where I noticed all the girls flocking around the younger, new priest, hanging out. It doesn't require a genius to read the writing on the wall of life.


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