My Fellow Inmates,
Often I think about what I do, and the energy that I put in to it. I share everything about myself and about our lives in hopes to make a place on the net that can give a connection to those that need it.
I do realize by sharing all my kinks, and yes I do mean all, even the ones that most of us keep buried inside, that I paint a bullseye on my back for those that are looking to jeer and sneer, and yes I have heard it.
So then that little voice, that we all have inside, pops up and asks... Why?
Is this worth it? Is pride in who you are, and an open attitude worth the idiots who wander by to toss the nasty comments to make themselves feel better?
Do people appreciate all the work I put in to all of this and do they enjoy following my pathways even if they don't understand why I am exploring deeply in to the world of kinks?
Is the Rubber & Leather community shaking their heads over me kinking furry?
And does the furry community appreciate my presence or think that by me bringing the sexual aspect that lives in the shadows to the forefront and out in the limelight that I am more a blight than a welcome member?
You know the answer I come up with?
I don't give a fuck.
Yep, that's it... I created this site for me, for my friends and for the people that understand and appreciate.
Like TV you have the right to change the channel and you don't have to read me.
Right now I have a reader that has been posting negative comments anonymously, and since it only just cropped up recently logic dictates it's the same person.
Though this still means even if they hate me they are still tuning in to read the posts.
The interesting thing about the need to try to make someone else Feel bad about themselves is that the drive to do so is usually filed by the need to feel superior to someone else.
The problem with this concept is that feeling of superiority is only fleeting and now you have left doubt with another in your wake.
Self doubt is a parasite, you don't cure yourself by giving it to another.
I have, on my bed, when people are not visiting, a sleeping bag that is nice and stinky. I love it, I have a strong smell fetish, and there are even a few boys I play with that get this as well.
This morning WetsuitJay, who doesn't get my smell fetish, was curled up with me right up against that bag...
Was it enjoyable to him? No.
But he loves me and gets that small silly details such as treating an odd kink of mine as everyday common place makes our home a safe-haven for both of us to be able to have what makes us happy.
Do I expect you to relate to absolutely every post I put up?
Absolutely not, but I didn't start this blog kissing peoples asses.
What I do expect is that you see a safe place where life is about us. Who we are even deeper than the main stream fetish.
Albert Einstein said "Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results."
And though i may be insane, I am not that crazy
If you don't like it, don't read it.
Don't forget that most likely you are gay, probably kinky, and potentially furry...
Normal does not describe us. Be fucking proud of who we are, who you are.
I don't know about you, but I know that I am odd, yet I wouldn't want it any other way.
Pride, it's an awesome thing.
With that visiting time is over
Whatever you do, don't scream too loud as others are trying to sleep.
~Rubberasylum
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