My Fellow Inmates,
Oh my God, Becky... Asylum is blogging again, like actually saying something, Alert TMZ!!!
Now on to the blog...
Here is a newsflash that none of us want to talk about.... we as humans are fragile...
There you go: Cut, print, go to press....
What, really, I actually need to expand upon this?... fine...
No matter who you are... You, me, Queen or guttersnipe we all have well guarded pieces of ourselves that if the right person pissed on we would crumble, get defensive, get angry, and in some cases may cause even the biggest and strongest to cry...
Yes my dears, this is why the lord dog created Thorazine...
Most of us spend our lives hiding this shit away in front of a strong facade. Some are horrified at the thought of that facade ever being broken, some fantasize about it, wondering what may actually exist back there, behind the barrier.
This is a question very few of us can answer, usually when someone opens them selves up in a way that their barrier gets hit, only hair line cracks appear. We patch those over with speculation, spackle with justification and apply a thicker patch of jadedness for the next time we decide to lay ourselves on the line.
But what about when you seek it? Yes pain exists in all of us, and I will be the first to tell you that daemons will not be exorcised by the tip of a single tail.
This level of play is powerful, be it mental or physical the levels of trust involved are very high. One needs to be aware, if this is new territory for a bottom, you have no ideas how you will react... Period.
One can talk all they wish to beforehand, one can be warned of all the hazards along the way in this deeply mental type of play, and yet you shall be sideswiped.
I invite you to think about this now. If you gave me the opportunity to... How far could I dig through your mind before we hit the first booby trap? What parts of your life are shaky enough that if I forced you to question them you would tell me to fuck off in fear that I would topple that house of cards? How close could I push you to that mental edge, where everything cracked, and all walls fell, before your survival instinct kicked in?
No,no all spectrums have many colors, and one persons fantasy is another's nightmare.
Yup, that's it period, fin, end of take, cut, print, and put to roll... Look, 3 Weeks ago Klausbndg, and yes, the same Klaus from the 9th Cumming of Klaus previously posted on here, was found after a night of self play utilizing ethyl Chloride...
Now I was planning on coming on here and chastising all for use of this evil substance... but lets be honest... in the last 3 years I have lost friends on self play through Amyl Nitrite, Nitrous Oxide, Ethyl Chloride, and just normal self breath control gone wrong...
Guess what there is no connecting factor besides the fact that they have now all passed..... and yes... I have discovered that even I... one that has held such strength for so long.. can faultier for a bit....
its glass... its human....
I was going to post a memorandum for Klaus here, but have since found out that his mother found his cell phone with his recon app on it that credited me for all his pix... this probably brought her to my recon profile which brought here here...
If you are reading this at this time Ma'am... your son, though he never had the ability to tell you he was gay, or who he was inside, was an amazing man... he joined us for a few visitits, and one party where he found new friends, and new acquaintances..
I must say I can not understand the hurt you must feel, but I am happy to have met him, and I hope that you can someday accept and understand the person that he found in himself, and related to on his exploratory trips here to Seattle...
It is out of respect for the chance that you may actually read this that I shall not post the memorandum I wish to at this time... we all need time to heal, we all need time to greave...
And at times like this no one needs an asshole like me tossing a baseball at an exposed sheet of glass...
With That, Visiting Time Is Over. What Ever You Do Don't Scream Too Loud As Others Are Trying To Sleep.
~Rubberasylum
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