EnferCatin
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Playing out sexual fantasies is great, but in the end it's all role playing. Really, he's not my Master, I may call him that, but if I decide to leave - guess what? I can. He is a role player as am I. True, I may also call him Husband and that is a role, but it's a role based in reality. There is a legal document to prove it. The State stands behind it as does society in general. That is simply not the case for his Master status. To be a real Master one must have real, undisputable power over another He may be my Master in my heart, but once I dispute his hold on me, there is no one that will back his claim to regain me. We are playing, and when role playing displaces reality it gets in the way true intimacy, it can only be anathema to anything real when the ones playing the parts can't distinguish play from fantasy. I don't think we are the who are lucky. Our fantasy lives are so profound and intense that the sheer power of our ability to play them out often gets in the way of building lasting, fulfilling relationships. I look at it the same way I look at my friend who is addicted to World of Warcraft. If he were so lucky as to be able to jump into the computer and actually become his character, he may never come back - but nothing he did would ever be real again.
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