Taboo. Open discussion, no attitude.

[Puman]

I am in California. I know lots of people with fangs! lol I would find a club like that if I could/had time... You really should let someone suck your blood though if it turns you on, it's one of the most erotic experiences I've ever had. I even wrote a poem about it! *meow*
So, what else was it like in there? you have my attention now!

Which poem on your list is it? Tell me, were you actually bitten or did they use a razor?

The people I spoke to viewed their vamp relationships very seriously - which meant that they wouldn't just take or give blood on a casual basis - and they were quite finicky about what kind of food you eat and how much you drink and smoke.. apparently it affects the taste quite a bit... After a few hours of chatting one guy did offer to "satisfy my curiosity", but I could see that his offer offended his blood-mate, so I gracefully declined.

The place itself looked very much like a typical Goth club, which explained why I just waltzed in without taking a closer look...

After that I went back to South Africa, and well, with a 1 in 4 HIV ratio, I was not going to get involved in any blood-letting activity and since coming to Oz, I haven't actually thought about trying to find vamps here yet... but this thread is perking my curiosity.... so who knows.

 

[Puman]

ROFLMAO

R O F L M A O ??

 

[skittles_lm]

Which poem on your list is it? Tell me, were you actually bitten or did they use a razor?

The people I spoke to viewed their vamp relationships very seriously - which meant that they wouldn't just take or give blood on a casual basis - and they were quite finicky about what kind of food you eat and how much you drink and smoke.. apparently it affects the taste quite a bit... After a few hours of chatting one guy did offer to "satisfy my curiosity", but I could see that his offer offended his blood-mate, so I gracefully declined.

The place itself looked very much like a typical Goth club, which explained why I just waltzed in without taking a closer look...

After that I went back to South Africa, and well, with a 1 in 4 HIV ratio, I was not going to get involved in any blood-letting activity and since coming to Oz, I haven't actually thought about trying to find vamps here yet... but this thread is perking my curiosity.... so who knows.

lol, well have fun with that!

and the poem I was talking about is called flachette...although it's not about vampires, it's about cutting. Another almost-taboo...

I love being cut. I love it when she cuts me and then licks the blood away as it wells up...oh dear god...

it's like butter. discuss amongst yourselves



and it means 'Rolling On the Floor Laughing My Ass Off'

 

[graceanne]

R O F L M A O ??

Rolling On the Floor Laughing My Ass Off.

 

[Puman]

Rolling On the Floor Laughing My Ass Off.

Oh God - of course ... sorry - synaptic relapse in progress...

 

[Puman]

...and the poem I was talking about is called flachette...although it's not about vampires, it's about cutting. Another almost-taboo...

Nice read Skittles!

 

[Zinfandel]

I once knew a 25 year old guy who had sex with his 26 year old sister on a regular basis. Not kinky sex, just very hot, very intimate, very fulfilling mainstream-style sex.

Though I consider intergenerational incest to be more than a bit troubling, the non-breeding sibling variety doesn't bother me at all.

Just fyi, and in case anyone is wondering - though my own sister has always been quite lovely, I have never viewed her as a sexual being or been aroused by her in any way. Looking back, I wonder why.

Is it the strong, ingrained taboo that precludes the attraction? Or simply nature's way of maintaining the health of the species? Or is it the habit and familiarity of childhood interactions, carried forward to color our interactions over time?

JM, when I read this post of yours, I remembered something I read in Jared Diamond's The Third Chimpanzee: The Evolution and Future of the Human Animal. brioche has already given an answer to your question, but I'll add the passage below as I thought you might find it interesting. Keep in mind that it was written about 15 years ago, and please excuse any typos I made as I was copying the text from the book.

...However, these insights still leave questions unanswered. Did I inherit or learn my search image for someone like Mother? If I were offered the choice of sex with my sister or a strange woman, I would certainly reject the offer of my sister and probably my first cousin, but would I prefer my second cousin over a strange woman (because the cousin probably resembles me more)? There are some crucial experiments that would settle these questions – e.g., keeping a man in a large cage with his female first, second, third, fourth and fifth cousins, counting how many times he had sex with each, and repeating the experiment with many men (or women) and their cousins. Alas, such experiments are hard to do in humans, but they’ve been done for several animal species, with instructive results. I’ll give just three examples: the cousin-loving quail, and the perfumed mice and rats. (We can’t use our closest relatives the chimpanzees for these examples, since they’re so unselective.)

Consider first the case of the Japanese quail, which normally grow up with their biological parents and siblings. However, it’s also possible to “cross-foster” quail by switching eggs between quail mothers and their nests before the eggs hatch. In that way, a baby quail may be reared by foster parents and grow up with “pseudo-siblings” – i.e., litter mates among whom the baby is hatched but to whom the baby isn’t genetically related.

The preferences of the male quail have been tested by putting a male in a cage with two females and observing with which female the male spent more time or copulated. When a male was given a choice between females that he had never seen before (although some were his relatives that had been separated from him before hatching), he preferred his first cousin to his third cousin or an unrelated female, but he also preferred his first cousin to his sister. Evidently, male quail as they grow up learn the appearance of their sisters (or mother) with whom they are reared, then seek a mate that is very similar but not too similar. In fancy technical language, biologists term this the Principle of Optimal Intermediate Similarity. Like other things in life, inbreeding seems to be good in moderation – a little inbreeding, but not too much. For instance, among unrelated females a male prefers an unfamiliar one over a familiar one with whom he grew up (a “pseudo-sister,” who pushes the male’s not-too-much-incest button).

Mice and rats similarly learn in childhood what to look for in mates, but they choose by smell more than by appearance. When infant female mice were reared by parents sprayed repeatedly with Parma Violet perfume, the females on reaching adulthood sought out Parma Violet –scented males in preference to unscented males. In another experiment, infant male rats were reared by mother rats whose nipples and vagina were sprayed with lemon odor, then the male on reaching adulthood was put in a cage with a lemon-smelling or unscented female rat. Each such encounter was videotaped and played back to note the times of key events. It turned out that males with scented mothers mounted and ejaculated more quickly when placed with a scented female than with an unscented one, while the reverse was true for males with unscented mothers. For example, sons of scented mother rats were so excited by a scented sex partner that they ejaculated in only 11.5 minutes, while they took over 17 minutes to ejaculate with an unscented female. But sons of unscented mother rats took over 17 minutes with the scented partner and only 12 minutes with the unscented partner. Obviously, the males had learned to be sexually excited by their mother’s smell (or lack of smell); they did not inherit the knowledge.

What do these experiments on quail, mice, and rats show? The message is clear: animals of those species learn to recognize their parents and siblings as they grow up, then are programmed to seek out an individual fairly similar to the parent or sibling of the opposite sex – but not Mother or Sister herself. They may inherit some search image of what constitutes a rat, but they evidently learn their search image of who in particular is a beautiful, eligible rat.

We can immediately appreciate what experiments are needed to get unequivocal proof of this theory for humans. We should take an average happy family, spray Father every day with Parma Violet, spray Mother’s nipples daily with lemon oil while she is nursing, and then wait twenty years to see whom the sons and daughters marry. Alas, we would be frustrated by the many obstacles to establishing Scientific Truth for humans. But some observations and accidental experiments still let us tiptoe toward the truth.

Take the incest taboo. Scientists debate whether the taboo itself in humans is instinctive or learned. Given that we somehow acquire an incest taboo, do we learn whom to apply it, or do we inherit that information in our genes? Normally we grow up with our closest relatives (parents and siblings), so our subsequent avoidance of them as sex partners could equally well be genetic or learned. But adoptive brothers and sisters also tend to avoid incest, suggesting learned avoidance.

This conclusion is strengthened by an interesting set of observations made in Israeli kibbutzim – the collective settlements whose members house, school, and care for all their children together as a large group. Kibbutz children live from birth until young adulthood in intimate association with each other, like a gigantic family of brothers and sisters. If propinquity were the main factor influencing whom we marry, most kibbutz children should marry within the kibbutz. In fact, a study of 2,769 marriages contracted by kibbutz-reared children turned up only thirteen between children from the same kibbutz; all the other children married outside the kibbutz on reaching maturity.

Even those thirteen cases turned out to be the exception that proved the rule: all involved couples one of whom had moved into that kibbutz only after the age of six! Among children reared in the same peer group since birth, there were not only no marriages, but also no cases of adolescent or adult heterosexual activity at all. This is astonishing restraint on the part of nearly three thousand young men and women who enjoyed daily opportunities for sexual involvement with each other, and who had far fewer opportunities for involvement with outsiders. It illustrates dramatically that the period between birth and age six is a critical time for formation of our sexual preferences. We learn, however unconsciously, that our intimate associates from that period are ineligible as sex partners when we become mature.

 

[Life_Noir]

lol, well have fun with that!

and the poem I was talking about is called flachette...although it's not about vampires, it's about cutting. Another almost-taboo...

I love being cut. I love it when she cuts me and then licks the blood away as it wells up...oh dear god...

it's like butter. discuss amongst yourselves



and it means 'Rolling On the Floor Laughing My Ass Off'

*sigh*

Blood.....Blood tastes GOOD........

 

[catalina_francisco]

I am surprised....onto page 7 of taboo topics already and no mention of scat related D/s and related topics?!!

Catalina

 

[CutieMouse]

I am surprised....onto page 7 of taboo topics already and no mention of scat related D/s and related topics?!!

Catalina

I could have, but decided not to go there... but I can (theoretical level) if there's an interest in it. LOL

 

[JMohegan]

Social psychologists have found that it is growing up with someone that causes them to not become considered as potential sex partners. That is, if you are removed from your family at birth, and placed in another family to grow and mature, you will not find your "siblings" attractive as potential reproductive partners. However, it is entirely possible for you to then return to your birth family and fall in love with your sister/brother.

This makes a great deal of sense genetically in the past, but not so much nowadays in the age of sperm banks, adoptions, and divorce...

There are other reasons, but one of the reasons incest isn't more prevalent is that we're hard-wired this way. Of course, dysfuctional family upbringing can override this taboo, but it's there.

Thank you very much, Brioche. I agree that this makes a lot of sense from an historical biological perspective.

I find your comments fascinating, especially when coupled with Zinfandel's response:

JM, when I read this post of yours, I remembered something I read in Jared Diamond's The Third Chimpanzee: The Evolution and Future of the Human Animal. brioche has already given an answer to your question, but I'll add the passage below as I thought you might find it interesting. Keep in mind that it was written about 15 years ago, and please excuse any typos I made as I was copying the text from the book.

I can't believe you typed all that out! Thanks, Zinfandel - that was very thoughtful of you.

Yes, I found it interesting - but also a very entertaining read.

I lol'd at the hypothetical idea of: "keeping a man in a large cage with his female first, second, third, fourth and fifth cousins, counting how many times he had sex with each". Put me in a cage, and things are gonna get really ugly, really fast!

I found it curious that the author dismisses the examples of "our closest relatives the chimpanzees... since they’re so unselective". (The fact that they are both "closest" and "unselective" should tell us something, shouldn't it?)

The experiments on quail and rodents were intriguing, but the experience of Israeli kibbutz-reared children really got my attention. It is tempting to say that the results are more conclusive than animal studies (since the subjects are human), but the flaw I see is that they counted the number of couples who married. Counting the number of people who had sex, or even just found one another sexually attractive, might give a totally different result.

Which brings me to.....

That's interesting. I haven't thought about this in a long time. When my brother and I were separated through our respective colleges, the "too close for comfort" completely un-sexy squick factor kind of faded. We're 4 years apart and he's really quite handsome, very Prince William, so when we both crossed that adult threshold I did take stock and go "hmmm." I could see how siblings could do it and not find anything but, as you say, hot and fulfilling sex.

Channeling my inner Heinlein apparently.

"You are a supergenius but you are a long way from realizing your potential. Geniuses and supergeniuses always make up their own rules on sex as on everything else; they do not accept the monkey customs of their lessers."

- BOSS

 

[catalina_francisco]

I could have, but decided not to go there... but I can (theoretical level) if there's an interest in it. LOL

LOL, seems to have come into discussions around this house again of late...I listen, think, wait, wonder.....

Catalina

 

[Netzach]

LOL, seems to have come into discussions around this house again of late...I listen, think, wait, wonder.....

Catalina

Who wants to talk about poo? I love talking about it, I just don't know that doing anything about it is really my thang.

 

[Netzach]

....although lemon-scented mouse cooch really takes the wind out of the "weird" sails for scat...

 

[catalina_francisco]

Who wants to talk about poo? I love talking about it, I just don't know that doing anything about it is really my thang.

LOL, well this doesn't surprise me...it is not a topic that gets a serious discussion in these parts as a rule. I actually see it having very little to do with 'poo' and a lot to do with a variety of themes such as degradation, humiliation, D/s, power exchange, mindfucking etc....sort of becomes the selected tool used, means applied, to achieve a certain state.

Catalina

 

[CutieMouse]

Who wants to talk about poo? I love talking about it, I just don't know that doing anything about it is really my thang.

From the odd mental files of the Mouse (theoretical concepts of scat play, filed away from various sources over the last few years)...

If one wanted a serious mind-fuck scene involving scat play, thick brownie batter is similar in texture. Depending on how edgy one wanted to be, the sense of smell could be messed with by either rubbing vicks vapor rub just under the nose, or a thin swipe of the real thing... blindfolds/positioning of the pyl/etc would enhance the mental image of either having the "poo" directly deposited in the pyl's mouth/face/chest, or it could be a scene with spoon feeding the "poo" to the bound pyl.

And speaking of spoon feeding...

Theoretically, if one were to heat said scat substance to a certain point (microwave- I believe 140 degrees, and allowed to cool following food safety proceedures), it would probably reduce bacterial risks to a somewhat more acceptable point. Even a teensy bit mixed with something rather disgusting (eggplant babyfood, anyone?), would impact the "taste" throughout the entire dish; an elegant table setting/silver babyfood spoon/etc make the whole thing all the more surreal.

There's all sorts of things you can do with edgey stuff, if you think outside the box and create the illusion of edge...

 

[ecstaticsub]

Within the same vein as scat play how about ATM? or feltching?

 

[catalina_francisco]

I sort of think of felching as related to scatplay even though technically it can stand alone. ATM? My head is distracted so maybe I am just not firing all the memory banks.

Catalina

 

[CutieMouse]

I sort of think of felching as related to scatplay even though technically it can stand alone. ATM? My head is distracted so maybe I am just not firing all the memory banks.

Catalina

Ass To Mouth

... which always makes me think of the scene in Clerks II.

 

[ecstaticsub]

Ass to Mouth doesn't bother me as long as it is MY ass and only when I have done the whole cleansing routine before hand. Feltching is a nasty fantasy of mine, not sure if I could handle it in real life though.

 

[catalina_francisco]

Ass to Mouth doesn't bother me as long as it is MY ass and only when I have done the whole cleansing routine before hand. Feltching is a nasty fantasy of mine, not sure if I could handle it in real life though.

LOL, OK, said my head wasn't working!! I actually am amused by how many people say they have no problem with ATM or rimming but then say they will have nothing to do with anything which comes near scat or any form of close contact with crap. Reminds me that denial can be a friend at times. I also have not had problems with ATM if it is my arse and hopefully my mouth.

Catalina

 

[Netzach]

LOL, well this doesn't surprise me...it is not a topic that gets a serious discussion in these parts as a rule. I actually see it having very little to do with 'poo' and a lot to do with a variety of themes such as degradation, humiliation, D/s, power exchange, mindfucking etc....sort of becomes the selected tool used, means applied, to achieve a certain state.

Catalina

You don't hang around the same circles I did at one point. I could never get my head around it. The afficianados of brown are seldom necessarily the same as the humiliation fetishists - they tended to be very monolithic about the fetish, and kind of possessive - I've dined at the ass of X Y ans Z yeah, well have you been to Madame blah de blah? I had this amusing sense of cute aspring model butts as as subcultural NYC restaurant circuit.


Conversely, I've talked to one woman who did this in a personal relationship, with a lover. Saran was employed heavily - it was about the sensual, intimate, visual aspect. I've always thought that was really fascinating - a real bodily reverence not the fakey "oooo your golden nectar" kind of BS one normally encounters. THAT one the flipside, was actually kind of erotic to me.

 

[catalina_francisco]

You don't hang around the same circles I did at one point. I could never get my head around it. The afficianados of brown are seldom necessarily the same as the humiliation fetishists - they tended to be very monolithic about the fetish, and kind of possessive - I've dined at the ass of X Y ans Z yeah, well have you been to Madame blah de blah? I had this amusing sense of cute aspring model butts as as subcultural NYC restaurant circuit.


Conversely, I've talked to one woman who did this in a personal relationship, with a lover. Saran was employed heavily - it was about the sensual, intimate, visual aspect. I've always thought that was really fascinating - a real bodily reverence not the fakey "oooo your golden nectar" kind of BS one normally encounters. THAT one the flipside, was actually kind of erotic to me.

Yep, I've talked to some of the afficianado type you refer to and it is true that their fetish is more tied to brown and for some, particular people they view as being the ultimate. The humiliation fetishists OTOH see it more as a means to an end. I think there is a place for it in the realm of D/s which can be exercised very effectively, but because scat is not the primary fetish, it does take a lot of work getting past the taboo mindset programmed into us since infancy. I also think there is room for it to be employed in a much more erotic sense than just getting it over with, but once again, it requires a whole reprogramming of the head which is far from easy.

Not sure I could get into the saran thing. Just the thought of saran starts me itching these days, but I do think in the D/s sense it would take some of the intended effect away. I actually think if you can get into the worship type mindset and stay there, it would help work past some of the mental blocks experienced. It is a fascinating area to look at if you can detach enough to explore concepts from an unbiased, unrestricted place...that is easier said than done though.

Catalina

 

[ownedsubgal]

actually, when my Master feeds me his urine, i do feel that in a sense i'm worshipping him...that he's giving me a sacred gift that i should be grateful to receive. and i am grateful, truly. of course in the beginning i had a slightly different attitude, lol.


as far as the brown stuff, i think that scat as a fetish has nothing whatsoever to do with D/s. however scat used as a form of humiliation and/or degradation, or as a form of service, etc., these are D/s activities imo. i doubt my Master will ever have an interest in just taking a dump in my mouth...tho he has told me the idea appeals to him in some ways, i know that there's a greater part of him that's just squicked out by the realities of it. of the M/s couples i know who partake in "heavy" scat, it's a form of service, a tool of degradation, and a symbol of ownership all rolled into one. if this was something that was a part of my life and i had to grow accustomed to it, i'm sure that in time i would be grateful for it and find his scat to be as sacred and special as his urine is to me now.

 

[Betticus]

When I was younger, just a wee sprite of betticus my family went to a zoo. In this zoo there was the primate exhibit, filled with various forms of raucous, shrieking semi-bipedal mammals swinging from things. Next to us stood this woman, older and she was wearing a dress and one of those woven hats with the flowers and stuff on it. What we would call old fashioned.

I watched as this one monkey was hanging from a limb next to the bars and it was taking a monkeypoo. Another monkey saw this poo activity and swung over as about six inches of said poo was hanging precariously from the first monkeys distended asshole. Monkey number 2 batted this chunk of poo like Sammy Sosa and out it flew, between the bars. The firm, brown monkeypoo missile arched through it's flight pattern as gravity took hold of it, pulling it down into a graceful curve as the horrified spectators leapt out of the path of the impending poo. All that is but for this lady with the hat. A nefarious twist of fate had drawn her attention elsewhere for the moment in time that it took for this vicious attack to take place and she stood still. I recall in vivid detail as this monkey weapon of ass destruction impacted on her hat with an accuracy that even our own military cannot match. As if guided by the hand of God this poo made it's presence known on the now stained innocence of a woven hat.