Through loving pain, Beauty
Emotions are funny phenomena, even more so when you're burgeoning on manic episodes any place at any time. What is real?
I'm trying to figure that out for myself.
So much pain in the world, so many steps missed on one's way to the end of life. So much hopscotch when really the best path is to place one foot in front of the other. No skipping, no leaping, but meditative steps towards a full and broad life. Better a full life slow, thoughtful and solitary than a fast life filled with anguish, regret and self-inflicted trauma.
The leather world is a seeming microcosm of the actual world. There are those of the light and those of the dark, and in the case of a leather community, the dichotomy is that much more apparent.
There are players that play from a place of self-service, praying on those of the light. These players are dark, they don't pace, they don't have their feet on the ground, they don't know when to say "no". They take for their selfish pleasure. They return nothing of the grace they have smothered. They act from their ego and smite renewel. Under their many layers of lace, leather, rubber, rope, needles, toys, flesh and facade one finds a pit of darkness. In darkness, light is not reflected, it is absorbed.
There are players that play from a place of humility. They act not for themselves but for their play partners, they begin alone with a whole mind and a full heart. They are sane and safe and encourage the same. They do not take, but share. They do not lie, or cheat, but act out of kindness and care. They are mirrors or conduits of light. They complete circuits, pacing energy to continue a flow of something divine within them and with others. They treat each moment as a gift and radiate life and love through the tightest of bonds and the sharpest of lashings even in the blackest of dungeons.
I'm trying to figure that out for myself.
So much pain in the world, so many steps missed on one's way to the end of life. So much hopscotch when really the best path is to place one foot in front of the other. No skipping, no leaping, but meditative steps towards a full and broad life. Better a full life slow, thoughtful and solitary than a fast life filled with anguish, regret and self-inflicted trauma.
The leather world is a seeming microcosm of the actual world. There are those of the light and those of the dark, and in the case of a leather community, the dichotomy is that much more apparent.
There are players that play from a place of self-service, praying on those of the light. These players are dark, they don't pace, they don't have their feet on the ground, they don't know when to say "no". They take for their selfish pleasure. They return nothing of the grace they have smothered. They act from their ego and smite renewel. Under their many layers of lace, leather, rubber, rope, needles, toys, flesh and facade one finds a pit of darkness. In darkness, light is not reflected, it is absorbed.
There are players that play from a place of humility. They act not for themselves but for their play partners, they begin alone with a whole mind and a full heart. They are sane and safe and encourage the same. They do not take, but share. They do not lie, or cheat, but act out of kindness and care. They are mirrors or conduits of light. They complete circuits, pacing energy to continue a flow of something divine within them and with others. They treat each moment as a gift and radiate life and love through the tightest of bonds and the sharpest of lashings even in the blackest of dungeons.