I guess we're just all a bunch of perverts and heathens.
God damn us to hell for pursuing that which makes us happy.
If I want a scar, a burn, or a metal post through one of my body parts, if a mark or a piece of jewelry make me feel more beautiful, more whole, if these "mutilations" mean something absolutely special to me, then so be it.
If getting slapped and yanked around by my hair gives me a rush, if needles in my skin or the mark of a riding crop get me excited, what of it?
If complete physical surrender to another trusted person (even I have not experienced this) sounds breathtaking and scintillating to you, raise your glasses.
If you crave the touch of a person, any person or any gender, then you do!
And the same to all sadists, masochists, doms and subs, heterosexuals and homosexuals, pansexuals, bisexuals, transgendered people, cross-dressers, modifiers, kinksters, exhibitionists, fetishists, asexuals, and otherwise "perverted" humans.
May we see a day when we're not lumped in with the pedophiles and the rapists, the creeps and the crazies. When society as a whole sees that the most true sin of all is a lack of openness, communication, and consent.
I'm not the first to express this, to write this, to know it, but I can't help wanting to scribble down just how I feel.
We have to keep pushing the envelope, dragging the unsightly truths out into the open, because if we don't, eyes stay averted, minds stay closed, and nothing changes.
How those who are quick to pass judgment are always largely uninformed on the ideas they are judging?