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Written in the Flesh - 1/25/2008 6:33:17 AM

BlackPhx

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Whew, some nasty thoughts rising this morning. I juts watched an episode of Criminal Minds that got me thinking. Yes Master, I am holding this one for you, but, the story only sparked the thoughts, not paralled them.

Everything that we do leaves marks upon our bodies, our minds, our souls if you will. Some types of work leave callouses on the hands, others can embed debris in the skin or etch the signs of stress upon our faces. Life leaves marks.

We, those of us who delve into the darkness that is the soul and heart of BDSM, collect them as badges of courage and wear them proudly. At the end of our lives, the book of our lives is read by those who may have little clue as to the story we were really trying to write. Police, Coroners, Morticians all read the story of our lives in the marks embedded deep in muscle and tissue. They see the brands, the burns, the points of electrical contact, the areas where sharps were played with. They can track every cane stroke that crossed our flesh and bit into muscle beneath.

How many understand the willingness of it? How many turn and read the story and misinterpret it as domestic abuse? Few enough I suspect as even with a living record they have charged that people cannot agree to their own abuse or assault. Few enough as they have arrested some in the past for agreeing to something that another has wanted and charged them with manslaughter and other felonies. Even if there is record of the search, the need and desire, it is still illegal.

And so if we are smart we leave a track, a record in places like this and hope and pray for the best. We persevere in our search for the right hand, the right Master, the feelings that tear us from ourselves and springboard us into ecstacy, the service that we need to give and recieve and write our stories in our flesh, hearts and souls. We do everything within our power to protect those who feed our flesh with the pain and passion we desire. Slave, Sub and Master, Mistress and pray that at the end of our days, the person who reads the story understands it was written with love, honor and need.

I just recently posted this to our Journal and began to think that maybe it was something that others had thought about as well. Our mortality is not often something we think about in our 20's and 30's but having just reached 55 this week, I know the stories written in my flesh for well over 50 years. I would love to hear how others protect their Masters, Mistress's and of course Slaves, and Subs from the world that rarely understands the stories we write in flesh.

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