I received my second custom Jail Bird, and I have been wearing it for a few weeks now, and it is quite comfortable, and a pretty nice fit.
The outside world, the other world, has always seemed so unreal to me. Like I am playing a character in a movie. And who is watching it? Or that I am in a dream and just accept things even though they seem strange because I don’t know that I am asleep.
BDSM is an ideology, and like all ideologies, it works backward from desired conclusions. This is how expressions that are so obviously meaningless, like “abuse is not BDSM” can be so easily accepted as having meaning. Starting with an ideal or a conclusion and then creating its justification means that you perceive reality with self-imposed blinders.
Mommy was away for the night, which gave me time for quiet reflection that I haven’t had in a while. I have been reading about the psychology of fetishes and struggling once again to understand myself. But my search for answers always leaves me wanting, and I haven’t been able to come up with my own answers yet.
I haven’t blogged in a while because Mommy and I have been busy vacationing. We began with a sailing trip on a nearby lake. As we rode the schooner, we drank wine, and the weather was perfect, sunny, warm, but with a steady breeze that refreshed. We concluded the vacation with a day-long visit to an upscale spa, spending most of our time drinking wine and cocktails in a large, outdoor, hot massage pool that has natural rock waterfalls.
I have been reflecting on the nature of service and its implications. I am of course speaking of service in personal relationships, not as part of financial transactions. Outwardly, it appears that the servant performs a task, so the person served does not have to expend effort on that task. The benefits and the beneficiary are clearly apparent.
We are often told that porn degrades women and is violent toward them. But the next time you watch porn, actually look at it. Compare the violence of femdom vs maledom, or even vanilla ‘rough’ porn…
At the risk of repeating myself, I feel I have to once again draw the distinction between fantasy and reality, between BDSM role playing and total power exchange relationships such as female led relationships.
I have a life that by all appearances seems normal, even good. I own a home. I have a career. My work has significant responsibilities, and I am compensated well for it. I am physically fit, healthy and conventionally attractive. I have a good sense of humor and like to have fun. By many objective measures, I would appear to be successful in life.
Yesterday morning, I received the following email from Mommy.