Listen to the Silence

Hey, quick joke – what’s the definition of politics?    Poly = many, Ticks = Bloodsucking creatures. Sorry.   Had to do it. Can we please keep the politics off of Fetlife?    (Unless it’s a discussion of golden showers.  Those are fine.)     That would be awesome.   Thanks. I don’t know about the rest of you, but I jump on FL to look through emails for my business.   I sign on here to see what other kinksters are doing, pushing the boundaries of sexuality.   And I get on here because sometimes the stuff you see in your feed is just too damned hot.    No, seriously.   SpanishRed’s writings get me all hot and bothered.   (Don’t act like they don’t do the same for you).  I don’t jump on here to read political rants by TERF’s.   Or by radical right wingers.   Or by leftist snowflakes.   I’m not getting into where I lie on the spectrum.   Because frankly, that’s not what Fetlife is for.   I have a blog for that .  The few times I’ve cross-posted, it was a reaction

In the past few years of keeping a blog, and flickering certain posts on and off due to waves of doxing, and of flames and hate emails from angry snowflakes – I’ve learned a few things. I have learned that the truest believers, the devoutly faithful, of the snowflake church of Tolerance and Civil Liberties will often fall back on the same old world tactics of burning heretics at the stake. I have learned that the mildest, meekest, most “open minded” of us all has a vile stomach full of bile for those who won’t bow to their beliefs. I have learned that the mainstream media “truths” about this country are a blanket, under which lays people who still believe in common sense and decency.   In freedom, and in fairness. I have learned that there are those who simply will not be reasoned with.   They want to be in a constant state of victim-hood.   They simply will not live otherwise – and it’s a waste of energy to try. I have learned that the loudest voices will rarely

A few days ago I posted a few things on my twitter, and on my blog, and again on Facebook and Fetlife.   What did I post about?   Domestic Violence.   DV’s always a crowd pleaser (of sorts), right?   It generates dozens of reads, lots of caring, maybe even helping with donations to local charities…right? Only one little issue.   Teensy, tinsy, wheensy little issue. I posted about male victims of Domestic Violence.   About the men who get put into the hospital at every increasing rates.   I posted about the men who are more ashamed of admitting their crushed psyches (and sometimes bones) than they are of the scars themselves.   Men who have managed to accept their abuse as “just what happens to guys”. One recent study highlighted by the Mayo Clinic shows that a man is abused every 37.8 seconds.   In 2000, the National Violence Against Women survey determined that over 830,000 men reported being battered.  in a 2010 survey.    DOJ estimates are that a man will report battery less

The election is over.     Get that?     Whichever side you were on – the results are done.     The whole “petitioning the electoral college” thing was childish enough.     Unless you intend to make good the threat to leave the country – can we please get back to life?    Mocking Trump’s grandkids on a plane won’t change a damned thing, and going after Hillary for jail time won’t stop any future security leaks.   We’re letting cuntish pettiness over politics (victory OR loss) break us apart.    We’re even doing it (to a nastier extent, I think) within our own supposedly “inclusive” community.  Perfect non-kink example.   One of my cousins threatened to disown any of our blood who voted for the “<censored> orange haired <censored>…”.    Personally, I shrugged my shoulders when she sent us all her “warning”.   Mehh.   Grow up, Nat.  Only now she’s actually done it.   She cut off contact and refuses to answer calls, emails – even a letter from her grandmother.   (N

So, here's the spirit of the season in Philadelphia.    It's a wonderful one, really - from a city that threw snow and ice balls as Santa during a home game and a city where the violent crime rate rises every year as we get closer to Christmas.  (Good news...the theft and property crime rates goes up so much it makes the violent crime rate look like it's going down!  Yay!  Thefts and retail thefts stirring all through the night!) Everywhere I look for the last few days, there's nothing but petty, bigoted, spiteful ignorance from the people I work around - in a season that's supposed to be about caring and giving. Examples. I'm trying to help someone online who has been having some problems, by suggesting that they talk with a company that can help them get some new gigs.    This isn't someone I know that well - but I respect her opinion, and offered the random advice (with a "feel free to tell me to shut up" disclaimer) given that I know som

It’s been a while since I’ve written on this, but it’s becoming a real issue again. For those of you who haven’t read it before, I once did this entire schtick about the “cause-ist labeling bat”.   The “Cause-ist Labeling Bat" meaning that big, thick metal studded baseball bat that we use to marginalize and silence people we don’t want to hear.   It’s like a rubber stamp – but it beats the ink into you permanently.   And generally leaves you broken, unemployed, and permanently damaged goods.  Don’t want to hear someone disagree about Black Lives Matter rhetoric?          *WHACK*   They’re a racist. Don’t like someone’s preference for cis-gender?         *WHACK*  They’re homo and trans-phobic. Irritated that someone voted Trump?         *WHACK*   They’re alt-right white supremacists.  Pissed off that guy is dating a white chick instead of you?         *WHACK*  He’s a race traitor and a sellout. Disagree with the protest against the Dakota Access Pipel

You don't have to love me. You don't have to like me. You don't have to listen to me. You don't even have to respect me. But you do have to respect my rights as a person. That's one of those "it's the law" things.   Except in certain circumstances - shutting down what I have to say by calling it "illegal" is censorship - not "safe space"-ing your personal space. Ever hear "your rights end at the tip of my nose"? That applies to your safe space, fingers in your ears, "la-la-la-la-la-ing" nonsense. If you don't like hearing what I have to say?  (Especially when you're not even in the conversation I'm having?) Then don't listen. You're a grown up (at least I think so - the skinny leg jeans made it hard to tell if your balls had dropped yet) - so act like it. Ignore the conversation, or raise your own volume so you don't have to hear things you don't like.   Or wear p