In my attempt to be more social
I went to a Bondage Club last Saturday. My first time
in one and all of my assumptions are changed, all my misconceptions
undone and the tables turned on who is healthy and who is sick.
There were people exploring the things we all hide from in
the open. They were communicating and listening to one another.
There was a family of people dedicated to each other’s safety
and well being. All the while the exploration of sexuality and
sensuality went on in an ordered, well mannered fashion.
But these people aren’t there to just get their rocks off,
these people are redefining what caring and sharing are all about.
One woman was shackled to a cross-bar, hanging naked as
another man behind, carefully whipped her. Her partner stood in front
and watched for any sign of her wanting to stop.
But she didn’t and the well-trained whipper gave her the sensation
she was looking for…with her permission and on her terms.
This was not the dominatrix clubs that our society routinely
judges as ‘dirty’ or ‘deviant’. This was a place where people were
respecting one another, sharing experiences and exploring
human sexuality as a fact and not as repressed ignorance.
I think I’ll go back often but not because I want be whipped,
I think I just like to be around mature, communicative people.
That sounds good, huh?
Well, that’s one attempt to be more social!