Leonidas -> BDSM and Natural Man (7/30/2004 9:57:52 AM)
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** WARNING: Sub-culture philosophy follows. If this offends, close the window now ** House - Car - Office - Car - House. So it goes. Day after day. Again and again. It's a comfortable environment. Air conditioned and air-bagged, carpeted, security monitored, and sanitized for my protection. It is the ideal place for sustaining and protecting an interchangable work-unit. A sexless, conformant cog in a huge, whirling economic machine. It is a very efficient environment for keeping me quiet, and consuming, thus feeding the machine of which I have become a part. The only trouble is, I was never built to live here. I still have the brain, and muscle, and sinew, and will, of a hunter-gather. I am still, unaltered, man. I am built to lift a spear, and hunt the mammoth that could easily kill me with a toss of its head. I am built for a world full of savage, dangerous forces, both within and without, that I must overcome to survive. I am built for a world that still holds mystery, and wonder. The general perception of BDSM, or D/s, or the little sub-culture to which I belong is that it's "kinky", unnatural, strange. Is it? Could it be that what we do is, in some small way, seeking ourselves again? Are we groping around trying to find the savagery, and power, and mystery, and wonder, and danager, for which we are built, but that is no longer to be found in our lives? I sail. I sail in big storms. On purpose. The sea is savage, and beautiful, and unaltered since long before we stood upright. The power of 50 knot winds and 40 foot seas can kill you, with complete indifference, unless you assert your will against them. I know why I go out there, though it is probably seen as insane by most. Maybe a little different perspective on the things that we do. Take care of yourselves Leonidas [image]local://upfiles/16054/3D184CEB4BFC403E9A985FCA8CE5AA42.jpg[/image]
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