Commentary on aspects of the BDSM scene
To be honest I’ve been pondering what to do next. Some changes are coming to UK law that’s going to make it a bit harder and more expensive to run the blog. For the moment at least I’ve pretty much given up on fetish photography on account of becoming bored with it (again). There are also got some big changes coming up personally that have been distracting (in a positive way).
A few years ago I was involved with a rather lovely African woman. If you’ve read my various posts over the years you’ll know ours was a quite intense relationship at times and one that, frankly, saw my race being used “against” me as a source of humiliation in her particular style of domination. It was a thrilling and rewarding part of our dynamic, one that we became incredibly comfortable with, even though I’m sure my fellow liberals would have done their proverbial nut if they’d found out about it.
Occasionally I get messages from well meaning individuals informing me my bondage is wrong. I’ve tied the wrong style of body harness or used the wrong knot, I’m reliably informed. The model would look better if she were tied “this way” rather than “that”.
Yes, I am dominant towards my partner and it’s always me who does the tying. I’m constantly thinking up new ways of tormenting and torturing her in entirely pleasurable and consensual ways as dominants do. When we eventually get round to playing again I have no doubt it will be her bound, gagged and begging for release and me smiling and laughing at her for it.
I saw “Goddess” written as a single word comment on an image that’s an OK-ish selfie and not really fetish at all.
There’s an unpleasant wind blowing through the air. It’s a wind that seems hell bent on undoing the past decade or more of progress in bringing together diverse sexualities and starting the process of building respect. It’s taken the dream of Martin Luther King, that a person should be judged by the quality of their character, and driven a horse and carriage through it.
I’ve seen a few posts over the past weeks expressing concern at the growing negativity inside the fetish community and particularly within FetLife. It does seem there’s a groundswell of people disapproving of kinks because they don’t share them, or being willing to express less “liberal” views.
I get it, HM Government. I really do. John Nicholson brought forward a private members bill to Parliament that would have granted a blanket pardon to about 50,000 people convicted of being gay. You had concerns the bill might accidentally result in some people being pardoned when their crimes were a bit more than being game. I get that too.
I don’t know why or how, but Twitter has been getting really shitty of late. It’s been building up for a while, but it seems like the polarisation of our viewpoints into complete, blinding binary have reached their pinnacle. There’s no longer space for discussion or debate. Polite disagreement is not allowed. Threats of violence, name calling and accusations of bigotry for opposing views have become the norm.
One of the things that annoys me about history is how we tend to judge the past on the standards we have today. We condemn so easily by applying tests we would use now on events that took place when different societal norms applied. For a historical character from the seventeenth century that’s bad enough, but when that person is alive today and the event took place a decade or more ago is that fair? It doesn’t seem to allow us to say, “yes, it isn’t right to make those comments, but society has moved on and so have I and I would never even think of doing that again.”
“The only reason people value traffic is that it can convert to sales or ad revenue.”
I awoke this morning post-thunderstorms with a mad idea of taking some fetish self-portraits. “Why not?” thought I, having realised it has been a while since I stood in front of a camera. And I do have a new camera afterall.
Kinky Twitter is an infuriating place to be. Increasingly it seems to be polarising into grandstanding, political bubbles and trolling. I’ve found myself caught up in it to the point that I took a break from it to get it out of my system, doing nothing more than post pre-scheduled images and erotica. It’s deleted from my phone, tablet and Mac so that I have to proactively decide to open the browser window to look at my timeline.
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