Someone once told me, "control reproduction, control the species." Since this was a really bright person who had earned my love and respect in spades, I always paid particular attention when they spoke. Everywhere I look I see the echoes of this simple truth, the manner in which my species and in particular my gender has been utterly manipulated and controlled by simply controlling the actions related to reproduction. There is only one species on this planet which even considers the idea that the natural actions of reproduction are ill, evil or sinful, humans. It is a weakness to enjoy the sensations of the flesh. This choke hold has strangled and drained the natural expressions between humans until dysfunction has become the norm. We are told to suppress our biology, our nature, don't enjoy, don't need, don't succumb to the temptations.

So many have fled. Run away from their traditions, their religions, their families in desperate search for an answer which doesn't impale them upon the spear of sin and evil for the feelings, desires and needs of simply being human and being alive.

Sex is intertwined with reproduction, creation of life itself. Within this powerful structure lies the fountain of human energy, it is the nuclear power plant of the body, the mind, the spirit. It is by accessing 'creative energy' that poets write poetry, musicians compose music, painters summon beauty. We write about love, passion, our longings, hopes and dreams. These are the expressions of sexual creative energy outward into our world. And when we read these poems, hear this music, see these masterpiece paintings there rises an echo within us, a siren ache within our deepest recesses that tells us of this river of exquisite dimension and perfection just beyond this barrier within us. And, this is human, the creator, imaginer, inspired human. This is who we are, at our very best.

BDSM is a means to interface directly with this creative source, a pathway to reduce or remove the barrier structures within the mind that restrict, cage or enslave the spirit. It is all about sex, sexual energy and accessing the parts of the self that are normally inaccessible. It is all about arousing the mind and body and then subjecting both to total conscious and directed control. It is to paint with the body, write poetry on the soul, summon music where no instrument but the self can be heard. It is all about an intimacy more profound than words can manage. It is all about going across those thresholds, those restrictions and barriers, those long held terrors and fears. It is all about touching that exquisite river, tasting forbidden sweetness, being truly, wholly, alive. It is all about embracing our own simple humanity and finding that humanity wonderful.



So, where is the sex? Right here. And all the Puritan's in the world cannot make me believe or think or imagine that being whole as a human being requires this removal of my human sexuality. Sure, I can engage in a scene without physical orgasmic release, but I know that the energy fields I am immersed in are very sexual and I know that sexual release is just beyond that horizon, that it is healthy and joyous, robust and wonderful, it is that moment when you flow into the stream itself, become part of the fabric of creative energy. There are times and places when engaging in sex is perhaps inappropriate or downright forbidden, a time to retire to the privacy of ones own life to truly express the joy and wonder that you have summoned.

So, I guess BDSM won't be making the grade, will never quite measure up to the Puritanical perfection standards of sexual dysfunction. Sexual deprivation, abstinence, restraint, sounds like the same old songs to me, wasn't that what we were leaving behind back there in our past? Drippy pussy and hard-on's sure do make the leather smell good again.

Oh and one more thing, do remember to toss that book inside the dumpster on your way out.