Archive for the ‘Personal experience’ Category

Raging Chrysalis: The End of the Mute Submissive Masculine

A long habit of not thinking a thing wrong gives it a superficial appearance of being right, and raises at first a formidable outcry in defense of custom. But the tumult soon subsides. Time makes more converts than reason. —Thomas Paine Kink, in exile: There has been an explosion around the topic of male submission. […]

On Letting The World Burn

And it’s go boys go They’ll time your every breath And every day you’re in this place you’re two days nearer death But you go… Well a process man am I and I’m tellin’ you no lie I work and breathe among the fumes that tread across the sky There’s thunder all around me and […]

The Bus Driver and The Gadfly: What my activism looks like at BDSM parties

and now they press to tell me that I am brave. how sharply our children will be ashamed. taking at last their vengeance for these horrors. remembering how in so strange a time common integrity could look like courage. —Yevgeny Yevtushenko Shifting her weight nervously from one leg to the other, she fumbled to get […]

Story of How to Improve the Future: Always Hate The Status Quo

[A]ll of life is punctuated by stories, some more beneficial than others. At every stage narratives can prepare people for the future or steel them to bear the troubles and routines of the present. Moreover, these stories can disclose other folkways or recall past events that otherwise would be denied or forgotten. —Anne M. Wyatt-Brown, […]

My unreal experience on the Kink, Inc. Armory Tour

EDITORIAL NOTE: This piece is long, for which I apologize, but some things cannot be clearly stated without careful attention to detail. For those of you who haven’t the time or patience to read this in one sitting, you can use the following mini-Table Of Contents to jump to the subsections of this post: “Every […]

It’s foggy today: how BDSM and sex can be emotional self-medication in a cruel world

It was foggy in my (new) hometown of San Francisco today. I like fog. If I were weather I would be, I think, a dense fog. A friendly acquaintance of mine is fond of asking, “How’s your weather?” She does this instead of using the more common, “How are you?” I like her rephrasing because the […]

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