WARNING: ANTI-BDSM COMMUNITY RANT AHEAD!
I know there are a LOT of people on here who consider themselves part of the greater "BDSM Community" so if you count yourself among those and are easily offended then read no further, because this is only going to piss you off. You have been warned. I mean it. I am about to let forth some venom.
So I was hanging out in IRC. Yes, THAT IRC. I know it's a festering cesspool, a hive of scum and villainy, but hear me out. I still go there sometimes.
I started chatting with someone I recognized as being local to me. We got to talking. Fun, right? Cokecan's a reasonable guy, he can get along with anyone, right?
It may surprise you, dear reader, to realize that I have a misanthropic streak a mile wide. HOLY SHIT NO?!?! Yes, it's true. Anyway, my want for humanity's extinction notwithstanding, we got onto the topic of what it is we congregate here for. Well, most of you anyway. I'm still here for the free cake. Which I was promised. WHICH I HAVE NOT RECEIVED YET!
So then she mentioned how she's intrigued, and how she'll maybe try it on her two "slaves". (Didn't you Americans fought a civil war to STOP slavery or something? Make up yer fucking minds. Oh and while you're at it, ADOPT THE FUCKING METRIC SYSTEM ALREADY!)
Where was I? Oh yes, my newfound Domme (gag) friend. So I say "Well, okay, just be careful, it's a hard limit for people around here. As in, they'll kill a person that does it to them (This is a discussion for a later date. People who can take being fucking HORSEWHIPPED but draw the line at being tickled?) to which she had the razor sharp insight to reply "Oh, limits are to be pushed."
Now. Wait a fucking millisecond there, sister. Limits are to be pushed? Isn't that the COMPLETE FUCKING OPPOSITE of what limits are?
So I say this to her, but significantly more polite.
Her reply? "Oh, if you're not pushing your limits, you're not really living."
...
Wait, what?
Did I just read that right? I'm not really living if I don't do shit I don't like?
At this stage of the game I decided to terminate the conversation. Her next line? "Oh, I'm a cancer survivor so I guess that affects my view."
Oh, you don't say? You pull the CANCER card on me? Like that wins you a debate or something?
Here's a fucking clue, "Mistress" or whatever fucking power trip name you want to call yourself: Just because someone does not follow your life's philosophy does not make them wrong. Nor does it put them up for disdain because they won't "push their limits".
I see a LOT of this shit in the BDSM community I used to frequent. I was frequently mocked for being into tickling.
So you know what? To that Domme I spoke to, and to all the other functionally retarded ambassadors of the BDSM community I seem to have the misfortune to run into?
Here's a hearty "Fuck you very much" to the lot of them.
I know there are a LOT of people on here who consider themselves part of the greater "BDSM Community" so if you count yourself among those and are easily offended then read no further, because this is only going to piss you off. You have been warned. I mean it. I am about to let forth some venom.
So I was hanging out in IRC. Yes, THAT IRC. I know it's a festering cesspool, a hive of scum and villainy, but hear me out. I still go there sometimes.
I started chatting with someone I recognized as being local to me. We got to talking. Fun, right? Cokecan's a reasonable guy, he can get along with anyone, right?
It may surprise you, dear reader, to realize that I have a misanthropic streak a mile wide. HOLY SHIT NO?!?! Yes, it's true. Anyway, my want for humanity's extinction notwithstanding, we got onto the topic of what it is we congregate here for. Well, most of you anyway. I'm still here for the free cake. Which I was promised. WHICH I HAVE NOT RECEIVED YET!
So then she mentioned how she's intrigued, and how she'll maybe try it on her two "slaves". (Didn't you Americans fought a civil war to STOP slavery or something? Make up yer fucking minds. Oh and while you're at it, ADOPT THE FUCKING METRIC SYSTEM ALREADY!)
Where was I? Oh yes, my newfound Domme (gag) friend. So I say "Well, okay, just be careful, it's a hard limit for people around here. As in, they'll kill a person that does it to them (This is a discussion for a later date. People who can take being fucking HORSEWHIPPED but draw the line at being tickled?) to which she had the razor sharp insight to reply "Oh, limits are to be pushed."
Now. Wait a fucking millisecond there, sister. Limits are to be pushed? Isn't that the COMPLETE FUCKING OPPOSITE of what limits are?
So I say this to her, but significantly more polite.
Her reply? "Oh, if you're not pushing your limits, you're not really living."
...
Wait, what?
Did I just read that right? I'm not really living if I don't do shit I don't like?
At this stage of the game I decided to terminate the conversation. Her next line? "Oh, I'm a cancer survivor so I guess that affects my view."
Oh, you don't say? You pull the CANCER card on me? Like that wins you a debate or something?
Here's a fucking clue, "Mistress" or whatever fucking power trip name you want to call yourself: Just because someone does not follow your life's philosophy does not make them wrong. Nor does it put them up for disdain because they won't "push their limits".
I see a LOT of this shit in the BDSM community I used to frequent. I was frequently mocked for being into tickling.
So you know what? To that Domme I spoke to, and to all the other functionally retarded ambassadors of the BDSM community I seem to have the misfortune to run into?
Here's a hearty "Fuck you very much" to the lot of them.
