The Blurb

Both ski socks and flip flops are pretty everyday objects (if you are the kind of exciting person who, like me, likes to go to snowy mountains and tropical beaches, not if you are a boring recluse). Most of what I write about will, I suspect, seem slightly crazy to your average 'vanilla'. But, to me, kink is so integrated into my life that I sometimes don't notice that it is a bit odd.

Ski socks and flip flops are also both totally contradictory to each other. This, in part, reflects the fact that I go by the online psuedonym 'Walking Oxymoron'. But it also explains me very well. I do not look like someone who you might imagine to be a sexual deviant. When out and about, I don't act any differently from anyone else. In fact, I like to think that I appear fairly innocent and demure.

This blog is about the other side of me - my dark side. Specifically, the emotional side of it. Behind the whips and canes and other fun things is a variety of very normal 'vanilla' feelings. They just choose to display themselves in some unconventional places...

Monday 2 May 2011

Remedies to Shitty Times

As my last post may have implied, I have been rather down lately. However, I have been incredibly lucky to have been looked after by a very supportive group of friends, both kinky and vanilla. I have realised just how special some of these friends are to me, and how much of a support network I have in them. I think that, like kinky relationships, kinky friendships often gather momentum much more quickly than vanilla ones. One has to build up trust very quickly in a kinky friendship. I have known most of my kinky friends for less than a year, but, through watching them play and having them around as I play, I know how difficult it is for them to really hurt someone, how perceptive they can be of the feelings of other people and how ready they are to step in if they see something go wrong for someone. It seems that the open-minded mentality of the kink scene breeds loyalty within friends - I know that I don't have to worry about being judged. YKIOK (Your Kink Is OK) is a mentality that extends much deeper into such friendships, and I don't feel that I have to hide parts of myself that other people may not understand for fear of them not being accepted. I am incedibly lucky to have such people around, and I am extremely grateful for their support over the past few weeks. 

All of this support, combined with a rather large number of distractions and moments of escapism, have allowed me to relax a bit after the initial storm has blown over. Because of this, the past week has been the most fantastic of my kinky life to date and I have been spoilt rotten with surprises and pervery. I would like to write a very long account of all of it, but I suspect that that would be rather dull to read, so I am going to write several different blogposts about individual topics over the next few days...

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