Talk about sex. Or sex toys. Or BDSM. Or porn.
Could you? Can you? Do you?
I find myself completely open about everything these days.
I discuss ass sex at the bar and give my mom sex toys. I forget to hide the marks on my back and leave dildos on my freakin’ desk. (Not giant penis shaped ones but, still….) I combined my vanilla blog with this one and friended sex toy sellers, sex bloggers and BDSM bloggers on Facebook.
I’m out.
So out it’s kind of scary.
I mean it seriously freaks me out that I no longer give a fuck if my relatives add me on a social network and find out I sell porn. Or fuck ray guns. Or whatever.
The part in my brain that should say “hey, stupid, don’t talk about that cuz it’s not normal and acceptable!” is atrophied, withered, dying a slow, painless death and only seems to work when there are kids around.
So what happens when it’s all normal?
You have to do really, really dirty stuff to feel like something is taboo. Either that or just be happy feeling normal.
I think I like normal. I think I like being out.
I think I like it that it’s all just out there and if folks don’t like it or me they can bugger off.
But it’s still sort of freaky weird.
Am I babbling?
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No, I think it’s awesome! I wish I could be open like that, but I guess I’m afraid of what my parents/peers would think. That in addition to the level of investigating that employers do these days…
I have a little sign, on the window right above my mail-slot on the from of my house that says: “Normal is relative.”
All who enter, have um, been warned.
I think that’s great. It’s so much easier to lead one life instead of feeling the need to hide your true colors.
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No you’re totally cool!
I wish we could be more open. As it is, I do discuss sex with my daughter and DIL sometimes and some of my friends, too. We have even discussed fantasies and they know rape-fantasy is a fav of mine and I know what fantasies they enjoy, or at least a few. But they don’t know about the power exchange part of our marriage and every time I’ve hinted around about that, trying to feel them out (not my kids but my friends) I get a shocked reaction so I back off.
I’m still hinky about being “out” about it since Dan has actually told two friends over the years, one in 2003 and another last winter and they stopped being friends with him after that. One “friend” was also a co-worker. At first he took it okay but then he backed off big time. He has a higher power position in the company than Dan and I can’t help but think now that maybe that’s another reason why Dan got laid off. It’s very doubtful but my brain does go there.
Anyway, I’m glad you can do this, Carrie, and it makes me envious. :)
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Part of it, I have to admit, is simply the timing of our relationship. Taylor moved here from WV. I’d gotten divorced like two years before that and pretty much let all my old friends… go with the ex.
So we started fresh, yanno?
Even when I worked, neither of us are the type to get overly close to co-workers so all the friends we’ve made as a couple have been either lifestyle folks or kinky or just sort of accepting. That definitely helps.
The weirdest thing, for me, is old high school friends on facebook. Lol. Having my very first boyfriend add me and knowing he just might run across my “dirty” stuff feels a little bizarre.
It was not by my choice that i ended up being “out” to my daughters. After they found out i answered their questions as honestly as i could with out going into personal details. Thankfully they just accept mom as mom and are glad to see me happy with Master.
As far as the power exchange goes even nilla friends and co-workers see it to a point. i’ve always just explained to non-kink people as an old fashion relationship.
i don’t broadcast my personal life but i don’t go to great lengths to hide the fact that i’m kinky.