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We have, and in particular, I have a (I believe) small following of commenters who are wildly, rabidly, intensely negative about the sexuality that I live and talk about in my writing here. I don't exactly know how many of these folks there are visiting here on a regular basis. I can identify some of them, recognizing where they come from in my stats, and feeling some familiarity with their writing styles. My little anti-fan club does seem to focus very specifically on me; there is little or no significant judgment or vituperative language aimed at Master or T. I find that interesting and intriguing...
It could just be that, where we have posted pictures of naked body parts here, those photos have almost entirely been of my parts and pieces. If it is pure and simply nakedness that sets them off, then I can see how, sifting through the years of archives here, you could find enough nakedness to achieve that... But it would be some work. Page for page, there are not that many butt pictures, and they are repetitive enough that it would seem to me that the shock value would diminish pretty quickly.
It must be something else; something else that tips my little posse of critics over into anger and negativity. Perhaps, it really is just a reflection of the larger society. Maybe, those who go out of their way to come visit here, over and over, and dig through the archives, and compose comments filled with bitterness and hate, are simply unable to shake their own background and cultural imprinting and see my (and our) living out our sexuality in a loving relationship, as anything but just BAD.
If you believe, incontrovertibly, that sex is bad, shameful, sick, and meant to be severely limited and constrained, then it is very likely that the "sex positive" nature of many BDSM blogs would make you just crazy. After all, we talk publicly, and at length, and in detail about things that many people won't discuss with anyone except their partners -- and maybe not even WITH their partner in some cases. There are plenty of otherwise healthy people, who will not make love with the lights on; have never looked at their own genitalia in a mirror; never touched themselves in an intimate way. There are grown men and women who cannot comfortably say the words to name their own sex organs.
Ours is a culture that is steeped in sex-negativity -- the belief that sex is inherently bad. That is, for our society, one of our most deeply rooted convictions. We are so caught in that belief system that we who violate the norms cause outrage. It is outrage born of discomfort. My bunch of unhappy commenters are clearly horrified that I have an active sex life; that I enjoy my sex life; that I talk openly and freely here about my sex life; that I do not hide my sexual choices behind locked doors; and that, as a result of all of that, there is some possibility that my adult children might learn about the "SHAMEFUL" behaviors in which I engage.
If I just ignore the irony that the sex-negative ones cannot seem to find the internal self-discipline to not come here, then I find it instructive. They just assume that their sense of moral outrage is, OF COURSE, right. They can't begin to fathom a point of view that differs from their own. They don't even have language to express a more positive attitude toward sex -- if they could formulate some different notion in the first place.
It is as if, we as a society, had defined that the only acceptable meal for adult humans was oatmeal and black coffee. Such a definition of the "right" way to eat would leave out a whole host of wondrous and delectable and delightful food choices. There would be no pizza, no strawberries, no sashimi, no hot fudge sundaes, no Thanksgiving turkey -- and except for those filthy degenerates who gathered in sleazy hotels and private basements to indulge in "unacceptable" food choices, no one would even contemplate that there was anything that one might choose to eat but oatmeal and coffee. It is just absurd to think of that kind of world. Most of us can't even imagine it, and yet there are those (and they are likely the majority) who would insist that those who don't subscribe to the "white lace dress, married to one person, until death do us part, missionary position sex once a week" sexuality diet are somehow "icky" and to be censured.
I don't think there is a thing wrong with making choices about how and when to satisfy one's sexual appetites in consensual ways. If consenting partners are enjoying varieties of sexual expression that are not to my taste, that is just fine -- I don't eat raw oysters either. I think that those who choose chastity at certain points in their lives are making valid sexual choices. I think that practicing safe sex with multiple partners is a valid sexual choice. I think that those who live inside of long term committed marriages are making valid sexual choices. I think that loving someone of the same sex is a valid sexual choice. I think that choosing to bear children is a valid sexual choice. I think that choosing to not conceive children is a valid sexual choice. I think that loving more than one is a valid sexual choice. I think that sexual modesty is a valid sexual choice. I think that sexual flamboyance is a valid sexual choice. I think that enjoying gentle caresses is a valid sexual choice. I think that finding pleasure in sadomasochistic play is a valid sexual choice...
What I do not, truly, understand is why my choices should be targeted by someone who simply would choose differently than I do. And, I will never, ever understand why those people believe that they should get to be the arbiters of my sexual choices, and my speaking as I choose about those choices.