Safe calls, Negotiation, Safe Doms, and properly mentor... - 8/15/2008 1:08:42 AM
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DarkVictory
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To you know who... but not you. I don't like you, you're not my friend. You and your ilk, you fear the darkness. You make rules to push the darkness back. You drive 55, or at least think I should. You make your kids and friends wear bicycle helmets and motorcycle helmets, and seat belts. You know what is best for me and mine, and you're happy to dispense that advice. I don't like you. You fear the darkness, and you want to safety pad everything. You want kids to be seen and not heard, unless they're your kids. You want others to obey your rules for their own darned good. No more playing out in the street until darkness and your mom force you in. No more camping out over night, just three friends and the night air, and being grown up and staying. No more being told to man up and hit back. No more being told to walk it off and stop crying. You, and your type, you weaken what it is to be an adult. Those of us that stand on two feet and defy the night to do its worst, you fear and dislike us. We're throwbacks to an older age, more raw and primal than you want your world to be. I have a message for you. Ready? Fuck you. In the end, I will win. I will stand in the darkness, I will shave with a straight razor, and I will be an adult. If I fuck up, I take what I have coming, and I move on. You can lay down and moan. I will step over you. That out there, the thing you fear, that's the future coming, and it's coming like a freight train. Go ahead, make your safe calls, make your dire warnings. Live in that fear. Me, I refuse. BDSM is scary, dark, and passionate... when it's done right. How dare you try to kill that? Go on, take me out, I dare you. You can find me over here, in the dark corner... waiting.
< Message edited by DarkVictory -- 8/15/2008 1:09:19 AM >
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