Wednesday, January 13, 2010

A wallet-sized halo

If I like watching videos of women getting bound and whipped, does that make me a danger to children?  According to our government I am.

It's a strange circumstance, wanting the world to see what a dirty slut I am, and yet having to maintain a "professional" persona each day.  Although I don't work with kids, I require clearance confirming I am safe with them.  And that means proving there is no legal evidence that I am a deviant.  But, of course, I am a deviant - and not a mild one, either.  Just lucky enough and grudgingly discreet enough, to not be on record as one.  And here's what tickles me today:  I will have a new photo on my I.D. soon, the card that says I'm not a deviant.  And on this card, under my smiling face, will be the collar that signifies visibly what a deviant I am.  Nice...

An open contradiction, signifying the hypocracy and lunacy of it all.  No one wants their kids to be in danger.  But is it really relevant what I do alone with my Master in the privacy of his home?  No, of course not.  As long as I keep it a secret what I am, then the children are safe.

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