Kinks Are Normal – Don’t Let Anyone Tell You Otherwise
A Musing By Carnal Queen.
The caption is totally read in the style of Pink Floyd’s ‘Another brick in the wall’
Do you have a kinks? Do you embrace those kinks, or do you feel like you need to hide away in the shadows to protect yourself? I hope you embrace them, I really do, but I know a lot of you will feel the need to stay quiet and remain out of the spotlight.
Following on from Channel 4’s documentary The Secret Life of the Human Pups, the trolls seem to have all come out of the woodwork. I’ve read some hideous things online this week, that genuinely make me ashamed to be human. I have no idea why people think they have a right to say some of the things that they do, but it makes my blood boil. Nobody should ever be shamed for their kinks! What really gets me angry is that most of these keyboard warriors will be mouthing off about subjects they know nothing about. Ignorance is not an excuse to be a dickhead! I also think it’s probably likely, that they themselves like to do things, or have opinions that others may frown upon. What is the difference? Why do they think they’re untouchable? The saying “people in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones” is a saying for a reason!
I applaud the people in that documentary. In the world we live in, it takes a lot of guts to stand up and be counted like that. They hold their head up high and get on with it, and I think that’s brilliant. People don’t realise the damage that they can potentially do with their words, and it’s about time they sat up and thought about their actions. Anyone brave enough to not care what small minded people say deserve our respect.
I was bullied at school, admittedly I was one of the lucky ones because I had a lot of friends that were in the ‘cool gang’. So only a few idiots ever dared to take a swipe at me when they had the opportunity. They took the piss because I was pale. They called me ‘Daz’, because I was whiter than white, and ‘Casper’ after the friendly ghost. I wasn’t too bothered by this, and I generally just laughed it off, but not everybody would have been able to.
I developed young. I started my periods when I was 10, which meant I was the first in primary school to have to deal with messy monthlies. I tried to hide the fact, because I was embarrassed and ashamed, and when it did get out, because of me constantly avoiding going swimming, I was laughed at and taunted. Because my body had started to change, I was also the first to wear a bra. Again, this meant lots of teasing. Kids can be so cruel.
This continued in high school. I was very slim, I could eat anything and it wouldn’t touch my body shape. I had curves in all the right places, and looking back I had a body I should’ve been proud of. I wasn’t, I hated it. I now realise that when girls bullied me, it was probably out of jealousy. I really wish I could go back and give myself a slap and make me realise the reality, because they totally ruined my adolescent years. In fact they ruined more than that, and I’ll never get them back.
Every time someone took a pop at me, it was like hammering a nail into a wooden fence. There were a lot of nails, and I learned to live with each and every one of them. As I grew older, and arguably wiser, I was slowly able to start removing those nails. It wasn’t a quick process, it took time, but one by one they all came out. The problem is, taking a nail out of a wooden fence leaves a hole. At a quick glance, everything is fine, but that hole will never truly heal. Bullying people is exactly the same. You may look and think the damage isn’t permanent, because they look fine, but those scars run deep, and to some extent they will be there forever.
It’s a fact of nature, we can’t all have the same opinions, beliefs or preferences, and to be honest I think the world would be a very dull place if we did. But just because we don’t agree with somebody or something, doesn’t mean we have the right to pass judgement on them. Your kink may very well not be my kink, but it’s yours and I would never take that away from you. I don’t have the right to tell you it’s wrong, and I wouldn’t expect you to tell me my kinks are wrong either. Respect! That’s what’s lacking so much these days.
If people want to dress as babies or puppies, let them! If they want to practice watersports or engage in some hardcore BDSM, what business is it of yours? If they’re not hurting you or breaking the law in anyway, leave them the fuck alone. As I said before, kids can be cruel, and it’s our job to teach them not to be, but for adults there really is no excuse. Grow up, stop being so judgemental, and think before you speak. Stop hiding behind your keyboards, and consider how you would feel if someone was being a total twatbag to you. My mother always said ‘if you’ve nothing nice to say, then say nothing at all’, and I think that’s a great piece of advice.
Don’t be ashamed of your kinks. Love them, embrace them, and be proud of them. Don’t let anybody knock you down, you are who you are, and they’re just ignorant idiots. Kinks are perfectly normal, and don’t ever let anybody tell you otherwise!