RJMasters
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Netzach said:I'm trying to relate this to my own bar-fight-less experience.
I feel a rush of adreniline when making a grown man cry.
If he doesn't want to be crying and has no idea that I'm trying to make him cry, if it's not spelled out in any fashion, if he's just genuinely hurt I have emotionally abused him and I feel like an asshole and I well should. And I have, more than I'd ever like to admit. Given no outlets no channel for my fetishes, in a quashed situation, I will become an emotional abuser, it's only a matter of when.
I am not a poster girl of mental health. DSMV style. I make it a point to let those who are falling in love with me know this. And I'm working on things and have made great progress. But I never want to be a total poster child of mental health, either.
I have moved deeper and deeper into a fetishization, if you will, around trust and consent, as I came to embrace SM. I realized I could have those feelings sate those urges, but in a joyous full way, without the guilt and self reproach and self hate, if I found someone to be a co-conspirator on the project and get into the pain. If I found someone who needed to hear those sweet four little words "you stupid fucking cunt." as much as I needed someone to say them to. Aw.
Even though some animal part of my pain is thinking "glee!" when I emotionally abuse the vanilla and well meaning party-- And it is, but that's kind of fucked up, and not in a fun or joyous way or even a productive way. I don't find real-world havoc arousing, I just don't. No more than I might sate my sadistic urges by slapping up little old ladies in public. You just can't go around using up the resuorces that didn't do anything to you.
If it's somehow agreed, if he's complicit, even in some tacit and murkier way based on shared understanding or prior relationship (high risk and very subjective, but high payoff) then I'm generally happy and aroused and I feel like a smashing success Then it's *perversion.* Perversion is self-aware, in my book, it's that delicious complicity with one's own abasement or humiliation or ass whopping....
I often use this line on clients...it's absurd to be a fetishist, it's absurd to be a masochist, do we not groove on that absurdity?
"not only do you want me to tell you you're a loser, you are PAYING me for the honor of my spit!"
That, and similar paradoxes, are what arouse me these days. It's not a contest or even survival of the fittest, it's a strange and edgy, brutal art, and everyone's creativity is getting tested.
yep...yep...and yep. That smacks so much of truth I can relate too..ty Netz.