Listen to the Silence

I’ve read a lot of blow back generated against the Don’t Stick Your Dick in Crazy (Or Let it Stick Its Dick In You) concept.     So far, the overwhelming majority of it comes from those who have either suffered mental illness themselves, or partnered with those who have.     There is a wide spread array of responses, most boiling down to “DSYDIC is an unfair attack against people who are different,” or “How dare you not stick your dick in crazy, they have rights too!”    The ones that blow my mind?    The people who identify proudly as having mental illness.    The ones who refuse treatment, or say “I don’t need treatment, this is just who I am”.    For some, especially Axis II personality disorders, “this is who I am” is true to an extent.     That doesn’t mean there shouldn’t still be some ongoing treatment.    Sorry, but there’s a reason it’s called “mental illness”, and “personality disorder”.    Let me be clear.    I am not against people who suffer mental illness.   

So to start…a VERY bad Dr. Seuss imitation.    Because Dr. Seuss is awesome.      Have you done many dungeons, or played in play places?     Seen a bunch of black benches, or congregations of cages?       I bet you’ve seen walls upon walls of wondrous whips,   And all other manner of toys in your many night trips, Canes, crackers and floggers, all hanging on hooks;   And a bookshelf or two of night time picture books! But what aren’t you seeing, what should always be there, What you should look for (or should bring a spare), Is a bag of the things that are listed below - Or don’t then – ignore me; How would I know?        In the wake of hurricane sandy, this topic is gonna seem a little tart.    Hopefully, you’ve already heard it.     Probably not this vinegary, though.    Because the concept of preparing for emergencies, in my generation?    We suck.   We really, REALLY suck.   And that’s not a buck we get to pass along to Government, either.   

Lots of questions, intelligent ones, about my previous pieces on vetting, “ How Does Vetting Work, AKA How Cyber-Stalking Saved Your Life ”.     And please, for the love of Pete, keep asking the questions.    I love intelligent questions, even if they disagree with my stance.    It shows there are people out there thinking, and considering and growing, versus just flaming.     (I get flames too, and I’m not nearly as delicious as a Whopper!)    So.    There is actually a substantial difference between creeping (i.e., cyber stalking) and vetting.    It’s a difference of subtext, semantics, and small change.    But it’s still a difference.     There is also a difference between “private information” and “confidential information”.    And I want to make that point too – because I’ve heard a lot about “my right to privacy” here in the states, which doesn’t really exist as we understand it.    At least, not in America.     To the readers in Canada, the European Union, the UK and

Look.    This isn’t an attack on diaper wearing, monkey loving, rule 34-waving gym-sock-suckers.    All of that is cool.    No, really.    My cynical sarcastic phrasing aside, it’s cool.    Go ahead; let your freak flag (privately) fly.    Have your cake, and stick yourself into it too.    Lick the frosting off someone’s toes.    That’s awesome – you’re participating in the American ideal:    Freedom of expression, and self-exploration (pursuit of happiness) in a way which doesn’t hurt anyone.   This rant?    This is about the whole “your kink is not my….but your kink is okay” deal.   The “you can’t judge them, because it’s their kink” thing.    That whole accepting, trusting, loving, “Rule 34, Therefore” mess.     “We can’t judge them, that’s their kink!”    “If you judge others, it hurts them!”      “If you don’t accept my kink, you’re hate-filled!”    I keep hearing this noise from my generation, and it’s making me nauseous.    And the absolute and utter abortion that com