History of BDSM's Link Round-Up Shows It's a Big, Big World Indeed

Mistress Mir, in what I hope, is an appropriate choice, writing about the History of BDSM blog.

If you end up on this blog because you miss Tumblr, leave now. To everybody else it won't come as a surprise that I enjoy the History of BDSM's monthly link round-up. Excellent format, something old and something new and some stuff beaten black and blue. For some reason the news moves slower once it crosses over to the Dark Side, so it makes sense as well.

The reading list for March 2020 doesn't disappoint either. As usual, I don't like the selection at first glance. I'm wrong.

Apparently Slave Play is a new show on Broadway about couples going through race play and other stuff. My bet: everybody ends up on the couch of a shrink. Not my kind of play, most importantly because I don't like race play.  And second, even if I was, I wouldn't give in to it, it's bad enough for many out there. On top of that race play is the very opposite of a valuable tool to educate the masses about what's wrong with the world. It won't change anything either, au contraire, spreading the message of diversity from a Broadway stage, guarantees things will never change.

Tart cards, femdom blogger Paltego also wrote about them recently, are  pre-internet ads in the right places. Back then, finding a professional dominatrix was much harder. Phone boots were littered with pro-dommes' business cards. Guess such an overwhelming choice made it hard for certain kindred spirits to cross over to the Dark Side. Still, it is fascinating. In the end, similar souls always find a way to connect. But only if you don't struggle with trust issues too much.

The fantasy of forced sex is something from a different, irrelevant reality to me. At first glance the same goes for "what kinky gay men can teach the world about love, sex and relationships. You probably don't care either. Think again. “No one relationship is the “right” one.”, “When the pleasure stops or the learning ends, there’s no need to stay.“ Definitely food for thought. Of course no relationship is the right one, it takes two lovers who want to be together and know when to shut up or reverse gear to make it work. Despite all of that, fingers crossed. Guess that's why we often fetishize other people's "love of a lifetime." Lucky lovers, I'm so envious.

Odd question, but do women who wear burka's enjoy sex? Of course they do - if they're lucky. But what if they're enjoy spicing up their sex life with a little tease and denial? Now I've got your attention, haven't I? Another excellent choice from this month's History of BDSM's link round-up.

Zombie girl without burka solves murders on TV after eating victim's brains. In the process the main character does a better job, discussing what consent means than most TV shows - and people, or so I assume. The lead character is an iZombie. She must be a heroine, in the i-App-lverse bad guys use Android phones, so no points for guessing what brand she uses for connecting to yet another Dark Reality. By the way, am I the only one who associates the iApple with vampires? As in just a little bite?

According to The Washington Post, mainstream TV in 2020 suffers from a consent problem. Clearly the author hasn't seen "Surviving R. Kelly". It's not just the second decade of the second millennium C.E. where there is a lack of consent. Don't freak out but in the old days humans spend their evenings without televisions. Calm down, if you don't know it exists, you cannot miss it, except for consent. The consent problem is not just a 2020 issue, it's a question of what makes us human. If I were an alien bookie, I'd be rich.

Once upon a time the books of D. H. Lawrence were banned. Impure thoughts and so on. Marquis De Sade suffered the same fate, mostly because he languished in jail and so on. Non-consensual snatching bodies and torturing them also has something to do with it. So why would the average upstanding citizen read his "120 Days of Sodom?" Good question, especially if you still struggling to finish volume one of Fifty Shades. Even if you manage to get to the last page, the Marquis De Sade is not your obvious next choice. So why does renowned publisher Penguin Books elevate "120 Days of Sodom" to something akin to close enough to literature to republish under it's brand? Amazon cannot be possibly that bad, with a name referring to the mythical female warriors of the South-American continent.

And that's the short version of why I enjoy "The History of BDSM's" monthly link round-up. Only one link in this story, if you're curious about the articles above, click here and find out more.