Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Kinking Out: A Team Sport...



My Fellow Inmates,

Ahh yes, Kink... basically the reason I get up in the mornings. I wont lie, I think about sex or kink 24 hours a day: Who is coming over, what video to edit, what should I write about, my next story line...

Hell, I am even pushing myself to stay strong on my diet and workouts with thoughts of the LeatherPanther while I work out... Sex is my life, and I am happy for that.

I hear people though who droop their heads and say "Well I have tried", "No one wants to play with me", or "There is no one in my area that's in to what I am in to."

for that last one, I must say that unless you are the only hermit in a 200 mile vicinity of the south pole... its probably not true...

Though if you are a self player with a down fetish you probably are in heaven :-)

No one around hmm?

Do you know whats in the basements of every neighbor's home? Across the street? Two blocks down?

My Partner, Wetsuitjay, Lived on a street 10 years ago, right across the way from Stomperpup (Owner/operator of pupzone), and play happened there all the time without my partner being aware... hell I was even over there, kinking out with Squirm and Stomper, with my future partner right across the street...

To say there is no one is naive and defeatist

If things are not going your way then your question to yourself should be "What do I need to do to change this?"

That self play may feel great, but its potentially deadly depending on how hard you push it, and is nothing like being taken by another...

We all need someone, or armies of people as is in some of our cases... *cough*... and the only one that is going to make it happen is you

When I first reached out from behind my computer screen way back when I was 220 pounds, shaggy hair, and no gear...

When we reach out, we are competing with others, so we must have something to offer... If you had a choice between two cars that you were free to drive would you take the Ferrari or the Pinto?

So basically where I was at that point, no one was interested... I did hit an "Oh whoa is me" phase for a time, but then I decided I was going to get what I wanted.

I worked hard on myself for the next 8 months, I dropped the weight, I saved every penny and bought a catsuit, a rubber bondage suit, and a sleepsack...

And then I reached out again... and guess what?

Wonder of wonder, miracles of miracles, people were interested...

Life is what you make of it... and answering your hearts call to satiate your needs is a wonderful thing...

Look inside, clean house, and ask yourself "What do I need to do to change this"...

There is a place for all of us, but that golden ring is one only you can grab

 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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