EvilGeoff
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Here is how I describe myself when doing an introduction in an online forum: My name is Geoff, I'm a 45 year old, large, balding, ugly, sadistic, tattooed, pierced, straight (but not narrow) Dominant. I've been emotionally oriented towards this life/love/play-style as long as I can remember there was a difference between boys and girls (and what that difference was for). I've been an active learner/participant in the BDSM community since 1998. With that being said, I am in the camp of those who describe this as a Lifestyle. The people I look up to and respect, who I learn from, who I emulate, come from a wide variety of backgrounds, they don't all live their lives out of a textbook, but they share enough common ground to call it a Lifestyle. What we do is different from the mainstream, it is a subculture with rules, language, dress, rituals all it's own. Many choose to call it Leather. Some call it BDSM. I just know that it is who and what I am inside. I made a conscious, willful, decision to live externally they way I am hardwired internally, in 1998. It was a choice, though the alternative choice of continuing to live a vanilla lie was leading me to depression, and ultimately, I think it would have lead to my death. At the time I made the decision to stop living the vanilla lie I was already at the point of contemplating suicide. As BenignPlague asked: quote:
at what point does it make sense to say "life started Here"? For me, it was the point when I walked in the door of The Sanctuary of a Dark Angel for the very first time, in April of 1998. The Sanctuary was a dungeon, a play space, owned and operated by Master Doug Harris, his slave, boy bob, and other members of their family. They were a gay leather family and when I walked through those doors, it was like coming home. I felt like I _belonged_ there. I was welcomed, accepted, even loved. I felt more at home there, than I EVER felt in the home of my flesh and blood family because at The Sanctuary, I didn't have to pretend. I didn't have to hide. I could just be ME. I didn't have to play, I didn't have to dress up, I didn't have to posture, I didn't have to do anything. I could watch, I could learn, I could be a sponge and absorb the atmosphere, the energy, the information. Or I could participate, share my feelings, ask questions, play. No pressure, no drama, just a place where my kinky self was free to be my kinky self. So my life really began when I walked into that place in April of 1998. Everything up to that point was a prelude. I'm still living and learning and growing. And hopefully, I've helped a few people along the way find that freedom to live the truth of their own hearts. Yours In Kink, - Geoff
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