9/20/2010 11:25:04 PM: BDSM is an odyssey. You get there by soaring above the dark clouds of shame and guilt. It is beyond the calmscape of censorious social acceptability and political correctness. BDSM leads you rightly in the other direction against the ebb and flow of prudish tides; it directs you to the sanctuary of sexual reconciliation. It is in the bottom pantie drawer of two short over three mahogany chests. It is the sexual sanctum spelt out in secret diaries holed up in dusty rosewood bureaux. BDSM is as much about the lies of inner honesty as the truths of outer dishonesty. It lays reposed and cached away in camouflaged conspiritorial folders, abstruse passwords, confessional emails, spunk stained photos, soft porn screensavers, smilie winks and eroto-narcissistic blogs. BDSM proclaims to outsiders “if you really want to know me; know my browser history”. BDSM is the hedonistic stuff of sexual imagineers. It is about the spirituality of sex and the religion of pleasure. It is a declaration and ‘coming out’ of sorts. It is the uncluttering of mental backyards and attics. It is at the juncture of one’s life where once you were and now I am. It is the titillating excitement of youth braiding the less inhibited ‘been there’ wisdom of age; the confluence of the secular and the concupiscent; a new dynamic of psychosexual self-realisation. BDSM is already alive and kicking in the bulk of amitive treasures that bedeck suburban boudoirs, lofts, studios, cellars and outbuildings all around the suburban and rural neighbourhoods of the world; rooms adorned with the tools and devices to aid and abet the mastery and submission of hierarchal opposites; the consensual controlling apogee of ‘powerplay’ intercourse that is often misinterpreted as degenerate, cruel and distasteful to the uninformed. Yet it is so lasciviously thrilling to the select few. Yes, those lucky few who are out there in their millions across the globe just doing their thing. In the old days they were marginalized, secreted away, on the fringe and regionally fragmented. But nowadays, the Web has weaved a new sense of belonging. Wires and micowave signals are now the strings that knit the network of BDSM clubs and online communities together across the continents. The communitarian and humanist beliefs of followers are now rooted in a virtual global confederacy. There is no other comradrie like BDSM comradrie. The networks become stronger by the minute, by the hour and by the day. Followers are now a body politic entrenched in the square root of hearts and minds of all societies and cultures. We share a world wide common bond of alternate loving and proactively engage in Safe, Sane and Consentual campaigns. The BDSM community’s right to freedom of sexual expression advocacy is a thorn in the ass of the religious fundamentalist led establishments across the world. BDSM is a lifestyle for the unreasonable person, where reason is the quid pro quo of ignorance and robust disdain. It is an act of ridding sexual obscurity and indifference. It is the red hot ceremonial burning of the flag of apathy; the great tear down of bedroom humdrum and plain boring sex. BDSM is the proud rebellious salute of the new sexual class; the crowning powermonger glory of a myriad of individualists of all genders, persuasions and orientations. They are the new century parasexualists and subculturalists. They are the underground coming up to breathe new life. Their mission is to re-energise the world of erotica. They are unashamedly upfront and brash; male, female and shemale radical revolutionaries sworn to conquer the banal world of the missionary position and functional procreation. They are the intimacy guerrillas, the explosive spurters; the evangelical ejaculates; the freedom fisters; the felching feminists; the defilement dysfunctionals; the rough riders; the cock hopping cavaliers; the beaver traders; the dungeon dragoons; the adoring regiment of foot and more. This is a new sexual revolution in a new virtual land of the free; a new cyber frontier that merits a brand new story. BDSM is that new story. It is the next generation socioerotic lifestyle. It is as much a belief system, a philosophy and a movement as it is a doctrine of innovative power exchange technique and performance. It is a state of mind for the people, of the people and by the people. It offers the promise of a new sextopian domocracy; a virtual nation of betters and lessers; of leaders and underlings with defined roles of participation and denizenship. It is an open cast mine of free choice and play partner constructs. Its constitution espouses sexual diversity, eccentricity and all matters of sexual idiosynchracies. It is never afraid to get an honest grip of any taboo or paraphelia topic either in attitudinal, behavioural or societal contexts. BDSM and its followers are always keen to know the how, when, who and why of your ‘cumjaculations’ as much as where you are coming from, so to speak. BDSM is a place, the elsewhere place; a surreal city of migrating dreamers, fantasists and hedonists who want to live life to the full without shame, ridicule or condemnation. It is a synergetic and systemic monstrance of sexual pride and the holistic acceptance of self either to dominate or to submit to a partner or even to a group, all safe, sane and consentual. It is romance too but in a different way. It embraces the rose petals and thorns together, the soft as well as the hard, the hug as well as the slap. It is the open throat of gasps, of cries, of hot wax spills and of needle pricks as much as the gentility of sweet nothings spoken in whispers and expressed in cuddles by the fireside. It is the backyard moon dance of happiness with pain. Oh pain, dearest pain, the north facing apartment that people shy away from and shirk. Yet there are those of us who crave to give it or receive it or even both. We seek immobility too, the pagan irenics of peons surrendering like still life effigies bound and constrained; gagged, blindfolded and bodywrapped in tangled curvatures of ropes, harnesses and ties; quietude in the cave of oneself. BDSM is all of this and more; a royal cloak of erotic colours in black, pink, red and purple tailored to your own liking; the velvet, silk and latex of life woven and embroidered into one, the one of oneself. Indeed, sweet vanilla, in you we disturb and shall always be proud do so.