*meltdown*

Foxy's normality is pretty well defined in terms of popular viewpoint.

The white picket fence, lab, etc. are symbols of Jones'. They signify a blending in with the masses and presumably less day to day negative attention. Aesthetically and typically, the visage of these "normal" things comfort others in a way that allows "us" to be ok in our skin and not feel like the odd man out.

While there is merit in living life in a way that is not dictated by the Jones', i think i understand the need to want to float downstream instead of constantly battling the current to get upstream. On rough days, especially those days that are a direct result of being a part of this culture (BDSM), that picket fence and lab look inviting as all heck. i think at the right moment, when you are either tired from self-wrestling or pulling yourself up from yet another life slam, conformity takes on its own allure. To feel this way, to want to rest from the struggle is what i'd call normal.

Hang in there to foxy and anyone else who has trouble finding the reasons to remain a part of the BDSM world.

lara
 
s'lara said:

Hang in there to foxy and anyone else who has trouble finding the reasons to remain a part of the BDSM world.


I am not looking for reasons to stay here, I am compelled to by emotional forces beyond my control--the known inability to be satisfied with anything else. It has caused me nothing but trouble.
 
I am normal.

By my own standards, finding BDSM brought me normalcy which translates as peace.

My normal is far different from my neighbors, but after a long struggle with it all, I finally don't care what is normal for everyone else.,

I do understand wanting a rest, foxy. I felt that way on more than one occasion and even tried to leave BDSM altogether. Recharging my batteries and basking in introspection always brought me back to D/s.

That may or may not happen for you, but never be afraid to do what feels good for you.

:)
 
rosco rathbone said:
I am not looking for reasons to stay here, I am compelled to by emotional forces beyond my control--the known inability to be satisfied with anything else. It has caused me nothing but trouble.

i hear that. The problem with compulsion is that you aren't thinking, just reacting. That's where trouble can meet you and kick you in mouth. Can't be ruled by those impulses alone though. i do get the satisfaction bit ... you go where the food is good, not mediocre. Cheers on you nasty boots.

lara
 
Normal is a setting for my washing machine. i prefer the agitate setting.
 
rosco rathbone said:
I am not looking for reasons to stay here, I am compelled to by emotional forces beyond my control--the known inability to be satisfied with anything else. It has caused me nothing but trouble.

Exactly. It's fun when it's good and largely frustrating when it's not. All the more so because "giving it up" sounds about as appealing as Cornflakes after eating eggs benedict for years. You know the cereal is healthier but you just can't get yourself to choke them down with a smile.

Miss you, foxy lady. Your AV always makes me feel comfy.

Quint "Never was a Cornflake girl"
 
Quint said:
Exactly. It's fun when it's good and largely frustrating when it's not. All the more so because "giving it up" sounds about as appealing as Cornflakes after eating eggs benedict for years. You know the cereal is healthier but you just can't get yourself to choke them down with a smile.

Miss you, foxy lady. Your AV always makes me feel comfy.

Quint "Never was a Cornflake girl"

Yeah--then you stop trying to eat the flakes altogether; and you are left with very restricted choices and venues for meeting people.

I don't mean to come off all richard49 and all; but it can be very very frustrating--not that I'm telling any of you the news.
 
I thought I was normal: 2 kids married and I really thought I was happy.

Then I hit a brick wall, life was not ok, my life was not ok, it was not normal.

Now i am a slave i am normal (for me).
 
Hell no. I'm a freak, and that's the way I like it. Normal is what "other people" don't look askance at. If being a lesbian makes me abnormal, I embrace it. If being a submissive (or just into kink) makes me abnormal, I love it. I would venture to say that I want people to think I'm a freak. It's a badge of pride.
 
Happiness comes from within
Everything else, the idea of finding another to make you complete, or $ making it all better, or societal acceptance making life perfect, are all illusions
You can love and be loved as who you ARE
If you feel like you need others' acceptance and to "fit in" to have these things and be "happy" then chances are you're lacking a level of inner self acceptance and happiness, so you're seeking to be more "normal" for reassurance that it's only because you're outside the mainstream that you're unhappy

So maybe you need to love yourself first and accept who you are and then the other things you're looking for will follow? :D
 
FungiUg said:
Oh my god, you're a lesbian? I thought you were a Libra! :devil:
mwahahaha!
devil.gif
 
vanilla normalcy looks to me not so much like a mouthful of cornflakes after eggs benedict, but a mouthful of fresh horse shit, and that's not a kink.

Tried it tried it tried it. The only appeal that I can think of the only reason that I'd rather be a pervert is not that it's cool, it's that that's the only way I can be, and I've accepted that.

In my experience it does not cannot go into the box again.

Which will always be my greatest tragedy and greatest joy, at the same time.
 
Netzach said:
vanilla normalcy looks to me not so much like a mouthful of cornflakes after eggs benedict, but a mouthful of fresh horse shit, and that's not a kink.

Tried it tried it tried it. The only appeal that I can think of the only reason that I'd rather be a pervert is not that it's cool, it's that that's the only way I can be, and I've accepted that.

In my experience it does not cannot go into the box again.

Which will always be my greatest tragedy and greatest joy, at the same time.

Yeah
trying to go "back" always leaves me more miserable :(
 
I'm afraid I'm still of the opinion that there's no such thing as "vanilla". Yes, you can have non-D/s-centric relationships. But what the hell IS "vanilla" anyway? I mean, normalcy is only a statistical mean -- I have yet to meet ONE person who is "normal". And the same is true for relationships.

So relationships are what you make of them... and if you are into D/s, then EVERY relationship will have elements of D/s, if for no other reason than YOU are in it!
 
I think for me it is more about wanting it all and not getting it... Dealing with the loss of "what might have been" is a terrible place to be... It does make me yearn for the white picket fence and the all the trimmings... except mine would include all those other trimmings that go with a D/s relationship. That is what normal is to me...

I understand about wondering if you can push the monster back in the box after you let it out.... I think you cannot do that... that monster is intrinsic to who I am today... not a place I would wish on anyone....:(
 
cellis said:
I think for me it is more about wanting it all and not getting it... Dealing with the loss of "what might have been" is a terrible place to be... It does make me yearn for the white picket fence and the all the trimmings... except mine would include all those other trimmings that go with a D/s relationship. That is what normal is to me...

I understand about wondering if you can push the monster back in the box after you let it out.... I think you cannot do that... that monster is intrinsic to who I am today... not a place I would wish on anyone....:(

I'm pretty happy with my monster out, thanks
 
foxy said:
I want my white-picket-fence and golden retriever back.

I used to think like that, way back when I didn't really know what I wanted.

Then I got the picket fence and dog (well brick wall and mutt, but who's quibbling about detail? ;) ). It wasn't enough. "Normallity" didn't suit me. I realised I wanted to be wild and have some real fun.

Now I have found what I know I was craving for for many years, the picket fence can go take a flying leap. I wouldn't say the same about my dog, though. Couldn't be without him. :)

I feel more "normal" now than I ever have done. Normal for me, anyway.
 
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