BitaTruble -> RE: Hard Limits (10/13/2009 2:54:16 AM)
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`fr` Death is not a limit.. for anyone. I mean, you *are* going to die and no amount of yelling out a safeword is going to prevent it. You may be murdered, get killed by a drunk driver or die, peacefully, in your bed when you're 120, but you *are* absolutely going to die, some day, somehow. Might as well get that 'hard limit' out of your head. Now, if you want to say that you have a hard limit of being killed by your partner, that's fine and if you have enough trust and make wise choices, the odds are you won't die at the hand of your partner. That's not a guarentee that you won't, but you'll increase your odds a bit if you're just careful in your considerations of the people you allow to enter into relationships with you. I grind up duck, chicken, hamburger and a ton of other stuff in my food processor. I don't see the big difference except that my way allows for a damn fine meal and tossing a duck in a tree shredder ruins the meat. [8D] You know why I say that I have no limits? Because I'm not a mind reader nor can I see the future. There are things I will not do of my own accord, but there may be circumstances that crossing that *hard limit* boundary is actually the lessor of two evils. I don't know what they are, what they may be, but with some of the stuff I've witnessed, I don't rule out anything. I gotta tell you, when I'm trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey, unable to move, gagged, blindfolded, any and all limits I may want to have or claim to have get thrown out the window because if my partner is Jack the Ripper Jr., limits are going to mean squat if *I* can't enforce them in any given moment. All I have at that point, is the trust in my own ability to make good choices. Next time you're being held up at gun point, yell out your safeword, then write back and let me know if that worked for ya. ::giggles:: Eating the flesh of other humans.. how many people would say HARD LIMIT to that one? I'd suspect it would encompass a term I don't use very often which is 'most' .. and yet, that plane that crashed in the Andes .. the survivors turned to canabalism to survive. Eating their fellow passengers was preferable to them over dying. Who's to say that they were right or wrong unless you are in their shoes and going through what they went through? That's the thing about limits with me.. I never know what the future is going to bring to me, so I'd rather hedge my bets and be comfortable enough to honestly assess that I can't claim I have any limits when I 'know' there may be a circumstance in which fate laughs at my puny effort to dictate life, the universe and everything and puts me into an exactly the situation which calls for boundaries to be crossed. This attitude gets me called crazy, applicant for the funny farm, in dire need of a straight jacket and makes people back away slowly .. and my attitude is .. you can claim any limit you like and if you're careful and luck smiles on you, you may actually lead a charmed life where your limits are never, actually, tested. I'm more like a boy scout and I like to be prepared and just deal with things in such a way that I don't tempt fate with a declaration that I may not be able to uphold. That's a lot easier to do when I say I have no limits because I don't know what tomorrow may bring. I see statements like "everyone" has limits and it makes me chuckle because it's just not true! Much more accurate would be to say that no one has limits but most people have preferences and things they would rather 'not' do, but may be forced to do under a specific set of circumstances .. except I don't speak for most people or even some people. I speak only for myself and *I* have no limits. Now, you can tell me that I'm wrong, bring out your chainsaws and ask me if it's okay if you cut off my nipples. Yeah, so I'll take off my bra and jut those puppy's out for you.. then what? Are you going to cut them off or not? I'd bet dollars to donuts.. not. As I still have both my nipples, so far I've been right 100% of the time .. but then, I'm also careful about who I let into my life as well and the odds of me having someone in my life who would actually cut off my nipples are pretty damn slim. The odds of me robbing a bank or killing someone are equally slim, but they are not 0%. When I was younger, I would have said .. "Wetting myself is a hard limit! I will never pee myself! NO! It just won't happen! It's disgusting, it can lead to all sorts of rashes and other medical issues and I just will NOT go there. Hard limit! Hard limit!" Now, at the age of 49, I pee myself when I sneeze, when I laugh and sometimes just bending over to tie my shoes. Ah, limits. Gotta love em. ::chuckles::
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