My brother recently mentioned that he was thinking of writing. He wanted to put some important thoughts to paper. In the course of our conversation, I suggested he might want to check out my “core values” piece on my “about page” in my blog, this blog.
I hadn’t invited him to check it out before now, since my BDSM side seems to be a mild irritant. Every time I would visit, some toy would come out of the bag. Bull whips, or violet wands, or butterfly knives, or fire wands.. it was always something with me. So he asked me to please just tone it down a little.
So yeah, I wasn’t pushing my blog, but I thought the core values might be something he’d be interested in. I think he read a bit more than the “core values” piece because he made some very complimentary comments about the blog and among his text messages was one like this: “I was so impressed with the amount of time and thought you have put into the blog. It seems to be a very stabilizing and clarifying force in your life.”
Hmmmm “stabilizing and clarifying”. That part kinda felt like a negative. Like somehow my life was this undulating mess of weirdness that needed focus and explanation to make sense. So I did what I do. I thought about it for a while. Here’s what I think now. In a sense, my life IS pure anarchy and insanity from certain perspectives and seeing this, I now have a new quote:
The price of admission into my world is, at the very least, to grasp the concepts of my reality. ~ Xtac Quote
Take a saying all too familiar in the BDSM community. “I have found freedom in my chains”. To most, this is at best asinine and at worst evil. Yet we understand and accept it completely. It makes perfect sense to those who crave the comfort of having someone else in charge.
In a very real sense, when I write, I am writing not just for those who understand the freedom of chains, but I also am trying to build a bridge across the gorge that stands between BDSM and those who’s reality is based on relations grounded in equality; who’s highest expression of social justice is to do battle with any inequality.
The battle for equality based on age, religion, gender, and sexual orientation has left some wounds that will take generations to heal. As in any battle, neither side who has done battle, ever truly trusts the other. It takes a fresh generation, born into a world without these wounds to create a world in which there are no battle scars to nurse.
Having fought so hard for the promise of equality, throwing it all way on some kink like power exchange must seem foolish and a betrayal to some. My reality is not uniquely my own, but neither is it a standard that can be easily accepted by those who worship at the alter of equality. Now, I am not saying that is my brother’s reality.. I am just using this as an example.
Understanding my reality comes at a price. Equality is NOT my highest expression of social freedom. It (equality) is merely the starting point, the place from which you can negotiate any life you wish. You have to understand certain things to grasp my world. When I Dominate my girl, I am giving her a gift. That is so alien to some, that while they may hear the words, they may not be able to accept this as reality. It is more like a fantasy, an alternate universe, a mental aberration, anything other than something that fits neatly into the world they understand. How can anyone appreciate, being bossed around? Can they truly be thankful for that? The answer is, Yes! (followed by Thank you Master)
So in some ways, I am clarifying my thoughts, aligning them with others, looking for the bridges to other ways of thinking. Not that I plan to cross over.. I am very happy on my side of those bridges. I like my reality. I love my way of looking at things much better, thank you very much. I don’t expect to be able to be freely “out of the closet” with my way of living any time soon though. Maybe not even in my lifetime.
It would be cool is I could walk down the street with my slave and instead of holding hands I would have her on a leash and a collar.. and people would say.. awww… they look so cute together. See? Alien thoughts. You see something like that and your first thought isn’t how in love we are.
Maybe someday, but that reality is so far off in the future, even I can’t imagine a day when that might happen.
Carpe Diem my friends, Go be someones great day!