How much pain...

TerragonSix said:
The fight or flight syndrome, eh? :)
A variant, sure. Fight or flight, sans discipline, loses ballgames.


As for the eroticization of pain in the wake of abuse, that's a fascinating topic. Without experience, it's hard for me to contribute. But I'm usually interested in what others have to say.
 
Quint said:
Edited after I read a couple more posts after this: I don't think I find it innately pleasurable. It's psychologically enjoyable from a "my partner is loving this" POV and adds intensity and a nice sense of deviance to our sex life but I don't think pain actually pushes my pleasure buttons.


Interesting, I feel the same way.


Hmmm... we seem to share a lot of similarities. I wonder....
 
JMohegan said:
I have never been able to enjoy bottoming, mostly because I can't get in the right headspace. Being struck with anything just makes me want to grab the instrument and shove it down the striker's throat.

I've never bottomed. Interested in trying just to see what certain things feel like that I do, and can't simulate on myself. I dislike using an implement when I can't feel what it is going to feel like when I use it.

I actively enjoy certain types of pain deeply (I love heavy contact MA and grappling), but I also have that pain/fear-aggression response generally. A couple of months back I took a nasty spill on my mountain bike while trail riding. Really ugly. Messed myself up good. I gathered up my gear, limped back to my bike, and continued my ride, hard and heavy, hurting the whole way and with fire in my belly. Later I found out that I'd fractured a bone in my left forearm and done a couple of other serious things to myself. *shrug* It made for a great ride, so, whatever.
 
I've never been out-pained in a scene. I can always take more than I've been given, and usually crave more than what I've been given.

That being said- slipping a disk in my back was too much pain. being stung by a hive full of wasps was too much. The car accidents were too much.
 
TerragonSix said:
Personally, I hold no grudges, not anymore. I might, one day, help put out a fire of one of the peoples' houses that beat me, or I might save them from dying of cardiac arrest. I would do so without hesitation. That is my purpose, and it is who I am.

To not hold grudges makes You sound like a very kind hearted man. Glad to see they are still alive in the world.

Nice to meet You.
 
_kiana_ said:
That includes the stupid ass dentist who did a root canal on me at 9 years old with barely any numbing agents.
Whoa. Dentistry is so not good pain!

I have to admit, almost all of the childrens dentistry practiced in New Zealand when I was a child was pain-killer free. It's why a lot of adult kiwis are still scared of dentists.

These days I have found a good dentist, so it's less of an issue. But yeah, a root canal without pain killers would be... scary shit.
 
Quint said:
Pain is weird. There are types and places that just cannot translate into "good" for me, but there are types that other people consider more extreme that I can tolerate much better. I'm covered in welts, bruises, cuts and 3rd degree burns today but what makes me shudder to recall is plain ol' nipple twisting.
Nothing like a marked-up stripper. That's the one I'd tip; because the idea of females shaking ass onstage without male supervision is somewhat irritating to me.
 
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