I’m taking a deep breath. Calming my thoughts and attempting to type this as eloquently as possible. My goblin brain is telling me to smash the fuck out of the keyboard and unleash rage and dragon’s fire. However, if I do that, nobody will get to read this fucking rant and then everything I love and find passion in communicating will be fucking dead.
I despise unfounded allegations. I really do. I find it abhorrent that crusaders of all types troll passed the existence of their keyboards and hogwash toxicity in the general direction of people for the fun of it.
I have been very lucky this year to be spending time with lovely, supportive, challenging, truthful people and maybe in this I had been a bit rose coloured in pursuing an active interest in contributing to one of my many passions. Kink.
But it just never stops here in Perth. There is always someone out to get someone. Someone out to trample, stamp and destroy. It’s exhausting to watch and many of the nicest, most awesome people have been driven out or pushed to the breaking point. All to feed the ego and majesty of the self appointed.
People: Question everything.
Use your OWN minds.
Your own experience and intuition is pretty fucking fantastic when you exercise those marvellous muscles! We all have them! YAY! You have one, and you have one and you and you and yes, even fucking YOU!
Consent in BDSM is a big favourite topic. It likely always will be. I don’t like to comment about it, or offer too much opinion because what is inherently sexy as fuck for me might trigger the shit out of someone else. But I will say this. If you walk away from a situation with a smile on your face, which you gleefully and happily participated in with all sorts of verbal and non verbal yes please and thank you, why on earth would some one else coming up to you, who didn’t like the way it looked be enough for you to change your mind an deem it a consent violation.
WHEN IN THE HISTORY OF ANYTHING IS GENTLY POKING SOMEONE TO GET THEIR ATTENTION, MORE OF A CONSENT VIOLATION THAN BRUSHING UP AGAINST A THOUSAND OTHER SARDINED COMMUTERS.
If that is the case, I have a lot of grievances to bring up with all the people I ever caught a train with.
Why is it in the Perth BDSM community we have become so hyper critical and stupefied by the concept of personal responsibility, communication, and consent.
Why do people gear up in vigorous suits of aggressive amor and push their way, push their opinions into other peoples minds. Furthermore, people; stop having funny flappy gappy things that make it so easy for you to do away with your own opinions.
I’m exhausted from just typing this. Rant not over…. just simmering.