OrpheusAgonistes
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When I started posting on these boards, roughly a week ago, I was a callow, brash, arrogant young American in a shiny suit and a skinny tie with every intention of working his way up from the mailroom to the boardroom. Now, as I peck languidly at my keys, sipping a gin and tonic (quinine, you know), I'm an elderly British gentleman, ensconced in tweed, surrounded by trophies from my big game hunting expeditions. I remember with a poignant and startling clarity bits and pieces of my schoolboy days, particularly bowling a googly against those prigs from Harrow in their funny hats.... To be candid, I feel like posting here is helping me clarify a number of things in my own head simply because it's the only place I tend to interact socially with other people whose interests and kinks flourish in the same hedgerow as my own. I have a horror of "scene" or "lifestyle" events and only go if dragged. I occasionally run into friends of friends in real life who clearly have inclinations toward kink, sadomasochism and power exchange but even then everything always has to be so discreet. The older I get and the more approximately bourgeoisie my friends become, the more crucial discretion becomes. It's not hard to find people to play with, and of course I know those people socially and speak with them. But it's nice to be able to be open with similarly wired people in the comfortable anonymity of the internet. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to read some Walpole while humming Carmen Etonense enthusiastically. Orpheus Agonistes, KCMG
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What I cannot create, I do not understand.--Feynman Every sentence I have written here is the product of some disease.-- Wittgenstein
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