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Hippiekinkster -> RE: Uncyclopedia comment about CM (3/25/2012 3:55:03 PM)
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ORIGINAL: Kaliko
Actually, I think it's kind of funny. Not the CM part. (Well, a little bit.) But did you read the rest of it? Isn't it meant to be funny and majorly tongue in cheek? I hope so.
Come on...it's a little funny.
Oh, I think it's hilarious. I was being a bit sarcastic (BTW, there's a group "National Dominants Council" on FL >guffaw<. The "advice" I left there was, IMO, high irony (and Brian from B.com played along a bit)). I was going to put something in my rant about potbellies and leather vests but it didn't make my final draft:
PT: "Most events do put a heavy emphasis on the BDSM stuff, and the hardcore high protocol attendees can put off people who do not present that dynamic."
HK: "Fuck, ya think? Go to a Trekker-Fest, every other moron looks like a fuckin' Klingon.
"Ooooh! Look! Aren't they HIP??? Swooooon!!!"
I actually dig Maymay's take on shit, even if he is fuckin' nuts. He's like the #OCCUPY of Kink. Liberating Kinky Sex from the fuckin' grip of the Wall Street "Power Dynamic" fetishists. You want a parallel? "Bi people aren't REALLY gay."
I'm fuckin' glad I've been doin' it wrong all these years. "REAL Doms don't eat pussy." I've actually encountered that shit. Fuck, I've dug getting fist-fucked for a loooong time. Guess I'm REALLY not a Real Dom (feels fuckin' great tho... ☺ ) And hooo-fuckin' ray for good poppers, too. Fuck that shit about no drinkin' or drugs... hell, most of you all (general Y'all) are on psych drugs anyway. There was a lot of dope smoked at Club Baths on 4th St. out by the pool... great view of Atlanta's skyline. Name's changed but that's all (far as I know; it's been about 15 years) http://www.flexbaths.com/content/view/72/322/ and a lot of heavy BD/SM too. Fine eucalyptus steam room, and the pool had a big plexiglass divider, in the middle, vertical, from the ceiling to about 2 or 3 feet from the surface of the water. Swim under it to the back sundeck with the skyline in the background, cool October air but the pool was well-heated, nice and stoned, playing gotcha with a dick or two... awww, fuck, I did it all wrong. The orgy room was killer.
Some other moronic shit I've read (since I avoid like Ze Plague in R/L: "PURE BDSM isn't about sex." Riiiight. And travel isn't about going somewhere else.
I dunno, man. I'm ranting. The only leather I own is an Italian jacket and the seats in the Benz. My POV, it used to be a sort of signal, a flag, a sign of recognition, like the hankie code became. A recognition of not only kinky, but hardcore, defiantly queer. Of course, I was "Young Guard", so what the fuck do I know? I only knew a handful (>snort<) of older queens, they weren't all that butch, and a couple of them drove Volvos (and one of them was my first exposure to "Twink/almost NAMBLA" type non-pictorial smut (I was, oh, 16? 17? Don't remember).
Shit you run across when you're moving. 4 BR house, 23 years. Just found a pair of wineglasses sand-cast, replicas of Roman glasses circa year 0 we bought in London. My old Reidel Burgundy glasses. An old menu from a special dinner at Le Meridien San Diego; I planned the menu with the Chef d' Cuisine, and selected the wines, for a B'day dinner for my ex and about 40 other folks. A pic of my Keeshond, Katrina, a few months before she went to Rainbow Bridge. A little 5" Oaxacan black pottery lizard. Half a pound bag of Aikane Estates Kona Peaberry in the back of the freezer in the garage.
You fucking assholes, it's recreational sex. THIS impresses me far more than hanging some chick from a hook in the ceiling with rope. Maybe it's just me, but I'm way over the beatification of kinky sex. Time for some more drugs.
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