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BitaTruble -> RE: Non-BDSM man with SM girlfriend (9/26/2012 2:02:45 AM)
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ORIGINAL: pidepiper7
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I suspect this ain't your first time at the rodeo. I don't know what your motive here is but I'm not buying what you're trying to sell, so I'm out.
No you're right. I've been on your site for four hours. Not just got here. And I know more about sadism and masochism than you'll ever know sugar. I know the REAL shit. Why don't you try that out then get back to me when you've learned about it? That's the difference between you and me. For you it's just some fantasy. I see it everywhere.
You want to swap childhood abuse stories? I'll see your physical/mental abuse and add in sexual abuse. I was real cute when I was young. Even my cousin and uncle thought so as well as the principal of my grammar school when I was in third grade. My mother was usually too much into her sauce to notice that she hadn't been home for a couple of weeks. You know what the first thing CPS does when they pick you up from wandering the streets with your brother when you're 8 and it's 3 AM in the morning? They take you to a room, strip you and set you, naked, on a metal table with holes in the top of it so when they delouse you with a big canister of bug spray the liquid has a place to drain ... then they give you a sunsuit that belonged to someone else and you wait and see if you'll get picked up this time.. surely you will.. because mom, eventually, picked you up ever other time and in the back of your mind, you kind of hope that maybe she won't.. but for some reason, that's a scary thought, too.
You want to talk 'real' shit, dude. How about hoping that the next time you're hit it's with the belt instead of the metal rod that hangs by the washing machine.
You ever freak out over seeing a hairbrush?
Yeah.. the real shit.
A hairbrush. How in the hell can that cause anyone to freak out? How about when you go to try out for the baseball team even though you don't think you're very good at anything because it's what you've been told you're whole fucking life but you try out anyway and you come home, dirty, your long tangled hair but you're absolutely beaming because you made the team.. then your mom takes one look at your messy hair, gets pissed and cuts it all off. A little thing... but you're 12 and your mom has just butchered your hair so you start crying.. and that can't be tolerated.. don't fucking CRY.. cause that gets you hit across the face with a hairbrush and that causes a bruise and the one place you love more than any other place is school and you're not allowed to go until the bruise goes away. That takes 6 days. And because of all the drama you've caused .. you're not even allowed to play on the team because your attitude, in addition to getting you beat also gets your grounded for three months.
Hangers were real popular in our house, too. If you want to know how popular, just ask my brother what happens when you forget to brush your teeth before you go to bed. You get yanked off the top bunk of the room you share with your sister and get the crap beat out of you with it. I tried not to be too loud when I cried for him or I would have been next. I learned from his mistakes, too. I NEVER forgot to brush my teeth, but then talking too much at the dinner table .. when dinner was actually provided.. that's gets you the hanger, too.. or sometimes the belt. It depended on what weapons was the most handy. Never a fist though. I'll grant you that one. It was always with some weapon.. that way there's no dirty can get on you from hitting a little piece of filth even if you gave birth to it.
I never got a growth spurt. I didn't develop muscles and stuff to be able to defend myself against my attackers. Kudo's to you on being able to stop it. I never could so I ran away from home, married the first man who would have me who also happened to be an alcoholic but hell, he beat the crap outta me and that's a sign of love don't ya know. That was cool... it was all I knew anyway. I was used to it. Oh, I did a whole lot of shit to try to cope. Never drank.. but drugs, sex.. yeah. That was my 'escape' from my fantasy, white picket life with the 2.4 kids, loving parents and idyllic life that you seem to believe I have lived. Except we didn't have a picket fence. Mostly we crashed at whatever boyfriend or husband happened to be banging good old Donna Reed Mama at the time. Sometimes we slept in a car. Sometimes we didn't sleep at all. Mommy Dearest and Daddy Darling divorced when I was two.. didn't see Daddy Darling again until I was 14.
Everyone has a horror story.. mine is worse than some but not nearly as bad as others .. and I'm alive. I made it out. I quit drugs, left my husband, put myself through school with two babies to care for and found a support network that I could count on. They're not my blood.. but I consider them my family and I consider that as all I can do is repent my own sins and pay forward their support, that's what I try to do. So when I see someone come on here and write as if they are clueless about SM when CLEARLY they are not.. yeah, it smells to me. THAT's why I said it wasn't your first time at the rodeo. It had nothing to do with this site. It had to do with your knowledge. You know too much, you know the lingo too well, so no.. I didn't believe your OP was without agenda. I still don't.
Since you know the 'real' shit .. know more than I'll ever know.. well, that just goes to show you that my instinct was spot on. It ain't your first time at the rodeo.. and you just proved it. Thank you for validating my instincts.
You'll find my name in the Leather Archives. I'm the founder of UPEX. Founding member of Conservative Kink, former member of Janus and Apex, contributing author to Exchanges which was the newsletter for Janus, had my own column in Dom Sub lifestyle magazine for several years, was recruited by Crystal Bridges, have demo'd for Aton's Leather, TIES, APEX and other organizations. I've been pierced by Fakir Musofar and Cleo DuBois, got to tell WhipMaster Bob that he hits like a girl, did my first suspension with a protege of Fakir, was invited to attend and participate in a Sun Dance and have written over a million words over the last couple of decades on the subject of BDSM and I've published books and have THRIVED.. and mended fences with my dad who, for the longest time, I held accountable for not rescueing me.
So you know what, Mr. Vanilla.. you go ahead and have your little temper tantrum and think you know more than anyone else on the subject because your old man beat the snot out of you until you got big enough to hit back.
You, Sir, have learned nothing.
Now, to the thread..
I apologize for the drift. That was my bad and I had nothing to base my post on except my instinct and if I had kept my mouth shut, none of the drift would have happened. I take full responsibility for that. I am truly sorry that such occurred especially as good threads are so few and far between. I hope that the discussion can continue.. and while I won't promise that I'm not going to say fish stinks when I think fish absolutely stinks, I'll make the effort to control my tongue and will stay out of this thread from now on.
I'm putting myself on [awaiting approval] for a few days and will put more thought into my posts.
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