SacredDepravity
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Well, I am secure enough to admit that I struggled heavily with this word for about two years straight. I ranted and raged against it over and over again to the frustration of many friends, my then master, and myself. I was comfortable with all my other labels: submissive, masochist, bi, poly, whatever, but that word was larger than life to me. It seemed so extreme…so absolute…so…final. I spent a long time fighting with this word and this is where I landed. The more I looked at it, the more a very clear dichotomy emerged. This word was really just a label. In reality it could only be placed in the realm of a concept, ideal, or subjective interpretation. He could have called me “fluffypookins” and if that word meant to him the essence of who and what I was and properly defined our relationship in his mind, then what did I care? It’s just a word. At the same time, there is the darker side of the moon. This is a word that had meaning between us. It WAS absolute, it was meant as final, and it most certainly entailed some pretty extreme concepts. It was to mean as close to a total abdication of control and choice to another and I had better treat that word with the deference and, yes, fear, that it deserved. This was not playtime. The end game was the complete transfer of everything about me to this other person. I had better be damn good and sure I chose this person carefully. I wanted the right driver at the wheel. That person had to be tall enough to ride this ride. Ultimately, I chose poorly and the consequences were steep. I doubt some things I will ever recover fully. People want to talk like this is just a term of endearment or a pigeonhole tactic. People want to talk about consent and choices. I can promise internal enslavement is real. I went there. I can promise that the choices change. I can promise that the stakes are higher (provided we are even talking about the same thing). I don’t have any issue with the historical context of slavery anymore. This is not what we are talking about. No matter how “slave” or “owned” we feel, legally there is no room for slavery in the here and now society of which I am a part. I am free to leave if I wish. Historical slavery starts with nonconsent and ends with clear exercising of consent to REMOVE consent. This slavery starts with consent to STAY and ends with a clear lack of desire and, perhaps, ability to leave. This is opposite world in my view and has no resemblance to historical slavery whatsoever except the word itself. Like I said, I struggled for a long time to come to this and I am sure anyone could find grounds to dispute any of it, but this is how I sleep at night and what guides my search now. I am looking for a tall enough, excellent driver. Until then, my hands remain firmly on the wheel. SD
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