Listen to the Silence

And So I'm the Bad Guy:   Outting Myself On being Kinky and Conservative      So.     There are a few things you should know before you read this. First.    I don’t apologize for who I am.    Though I will include nods to intelligently stated opposing points of view, and will (whenever possible) include fair and (as much as possible) unbiased versions of views opposite mine…I don’t apologize for being what I am, who I am, or for living by the choices I’ve made. Does the above sound familiar?    It should.    It’s the battle cry of nearly every person who is “out” in this lifestyle.    It adorns profiles, echoes at pride events, and sells thousands of CafePress t-shirts.     What’s the old saying (that the generation after mine has co-opted and commercialized the hell out of…)?    Out, Loud, and Proud? Okay.    So.   Here’s the part where I write another droll, repetitive version of “If you’re Kinky and you know it, clap your hands”, or “Onward, Kinky Soldier”

First.    Ladies, Gentlemen, Gentlequeers, NonGentlePrimals…thank you for reading.    When I started with the first rant, I honestly expected a wall of flames and to be thrown off of FL with tar and feathers trailing behind.    Today’s rant is brought to you by the folks who have emailed me asking me how vetting works, and how they can start vetting play partners and other groups.    When I first wrote about Vetting, I assumed that it was common sense.    I ranted blindly (or without my contacts on, anyway) about how everyone should be Vetting their partners, parties, and penis-pin-cushions.     It flew over my (surprisingly tall) head that I once had to be taught about it too.    So we’re going over this in detail, using assumed common genders (her for “you”, and Him for “the hawt guy I wantz to haz play wit”).       This is not to say males shouldn’t Vet females!    See my rant on 10 Things a Dominant Needs, the section on Sanity, if you don’t believe me.    Vettin