[ADDENDUM]
I think you don’t like the performative aspects of the more theatrical kinks, because you’ve been performative in so much in your daily life, whether it was standing in front of the class or standing in a DJ booth, that performing just isn’t exciting to you.
Not exactly.
It’s not that it isn’t enjoyable for me to perform; however nerve-wracking it may be at the time, because (believe it or not) I take things very (intensely) seriously indeed … and however down on myself I may be afterwards because I made more (utterly insignificant) errors (that only a pro would even notice) than I feel are acceptable … I do frequently enjoy it — especially when I can see from the response … or even simply just know … that my performance is a good one.
It’s just that the act of performing per se isn’t all that exciting to me. I don’t get all “Ooh, look at me, I’m performing!” I get animated by performing and by the performance itself, not by the fact that *I* am giving a performance.
It’s the self-regard … the narcissism and Histrionic Personality Disorder aspect … of those involved in the ‘theatrical’ kinks that I despise: it’s masturbatory. They aren’t even getting off on sex but on being seen to have sex, if you get what I mean. It isn’t even about sex as such, it’s about being watched and admired and desired and …
… and you know what? I’d find you much more admirable and desirable if you didn’t have a fucking personality disorder of the worst possible type and/or didn’t still have the mentality of a two-year-old.
I walk into your bedroom to find you have a mirror on the ceiling and I walk right back out again.
You meet these people in everyday life and, even without knowing what their sexual preferences are, you can just tell what they’ll be like in the bedroom: it’ll be all “I am your god/ess … worship me worm” and “Ah-ah, no touching … (ooh, aren’t I a tease?)” and …
.. and look, why don’t you just say you’re a virgin/suffer from premature ejaculation and get it out of the way, okay? We’ll talk about it. I promise I won’t laugh and I’ll be gentle with you. Alright?
*sigh*
Furries, otherkin, angels, demons … gimme a break.
What are you … four years old?
Well, I’m not paedophile … and, as I’m not a rapist, the thought of sex with the mentally deficient makes me queasy … so, thanks, but no, thanks … goodnight.
Erotic asphyxiation is never okay — there’s just no safe way to do it. When things inevitably go wrong
