OK, it is an old cliché, but let me ask anyway: are you the kind of person who judges (or even buys) a book because the cover sold you?
When it comes to judging people, it is a very bad practice; I know I was victimized by it. I will list them:
1. In NYC 1967, I decided to cut my hair and was tagged as an undercover cop, bad vibes. Made it out alive.
2. In the 1960s, many people thought my long hair and mod dress meant I was gay, but I was not.
3. When my life was centered on one of my bands and my second wife, she thought I was cheating because of some songs I wrote. I didn't cheat.
4. In the 1990s, my wife and I went to different churches separately for a time; people gossiped that we must have been divorced, but we were not. Small and large churches appealed to us in different ways.
5. Living in a strange place as a widower may cause some people to suspect that I am different in a negative way. They do not know me, and too many people do not spend time with older people so they will never get to know me.
Yes, BDSM has opened up my curiosity, but maybe too late since I am old now.
