sheisreeds
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To close on family: I don't pain them with details but I'm certain they get the general idea about my personal life. They know I'm happy and strange and that's all that really matters to them. Back on the original original topic: My other half and I were just talking and kinda agreed that "we dipped our toes in and then drowned in the pool", also that were not really getting kinkier, but we're definitely getting naughtier. If I had to draw the line from clueless to completely fubared with kink it wouldn't be a straight line, it'd kind of look like a conspiracy theorist's rendering of JFK's magic bullet. Also to echo earlier sentiments in this thread the kinkiness of our relationship has ebbed and flowed, just as it has throughout my life (come on! at 19 my labia got nicknamed "pirate ear", and at 24 I was completely vanilla!). Though what I am and the kinds of things I want to do never change. My partner is about the same, and he never really identified with BDSM prior to me, though kinda put together that was why he likes his face being slapped and all those times chicks made his back bleed with their nails began to make sense. Going in line with the "do we have to be taught this" and the "extreme" thread, we were playing with blood, needles, fire, wax, deep bruising and knives within months of getting together. Largely because we had skills and interests outside of kink that we brought into our play. So we didn't have a particularly slow evolution, we met and suddenly exploded into painful bliss. As I say at work all the time, "We always know a lesson once it's been learn, sometimes we just need to gather the missing pieces to put it into practice".
< Message edited by sheisreeds -- 12/20/2011 7:05:45 PM >
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