Yes, Master: Headache Cure
Sometimes it’s best not to overreact.
They say that when you feel angry, the best thing to do is to simmer down for a moment and count to 10.
For me, I have to simmer down and wait about a week for the Scarface-style rage to slowly dissipate. I’m half-Italian and it’s crystal clear in my personality. We’re passionate people.
I’ve decided not to do anything rash and regrettable–there will be no vindictive one-on-one encounters, no broken kneecaps. When I felt the anger boiling over the Craigslist adult services situation a couple of weeks ago, I’m pretty sure that there was a toxic red glow radiating off of my face that could be seen from 2 or 3 miles away. It’s not that it affects me, personally, a lot. It’s just that the whole scenario sends out a message that reads:
“In America, we’re still have a horrible relationship with human sexuality. Nothing’s new. Nothing’s changed. We still spin social issues to fit election time initiatives. We’re still creeps, jerks, bullies, faux-puritans, and we’re VERY PROUD OF OURSELVES.”
Every once in a while, some thought will pop into your head–a thought that you’ve had in the files for decades– at the perfect moment. A saving grace.
“You choose your battles.”
So true.
I should have one of those “Little Book of Inspirational Quotes” on my nightstand or something, so that I can have preprocessed yet cuddly cliches burrowed into my conciousness whenever I get close to going off the rails. They’re actually helpful.
You Choose Your Battles.
Fine, fine. Okay. If I’m going to be a freedom fighter, then the best thing that I can do is share perspectives and the occassional silly one-liner rather than waging a full out war with people who have better lawyers than I do. Not that my lawyer sucks. It’s just that, let’s be realistic.
I have enough going on in my life. Not bad things, really–it’s just that a lot of energy, thought, and time is required in order to keep this cartoon plot going in the direction that’s mapped out for it. It’s a tall order. Fun, exciting, but taxing and a constant tightrope walk. Just like most people’s lives. Mine just happens to include a lot of cameras, costumes, technical experiments, books, and riding crops.
I hate censorship. I hate Nanny State bullshit. I’m just not into it. It grosses me out (and it takes A LOT to gross me out).
Societies flourish when the people are empowered. People are at their most empowered when they’re given individual responsibility to access their own lives, their own rules of living, and how to shift and shape existence to work for their own unique ideals and sensibilities. No person appreciates being told how to think and feel. And I’ve always thought that way even before I was an adult. I don’t like religion, rule books, preaching, oppression, poverty, and boredom. To me, those are the ultimate evils. I only like sex, money, food, and sleep. Everything else in life is pretty fucking stupid, let’s face it.
Don’t get mad at me! I’m just being straightforward with you as usual. Sh*t My Dom Says.
Nowadays, instead of duels and swordfights, we use financial, media, and legal warfare to kick the shit out of one another. Keyboards instead of fists.
I’ve realized how much Americans DON’T, in fact, necessarily follow the leader. I think that that’s a good thing.
The last few years, especially, have been another coming-of-age in America. We’re a bit older now, a bit more cynical, more perceptive, not as dangerously naive and optimistic. America isn’t a nation of idiots, far from it, actually. But we have a history of getting carried away. Our leaders take extremist stances thinking that it’s still morning in America and that we’re all following the same formulas from the 1950s, but so much has changed.
When I logged into all those articles discussing the Craigslist situation (i.e. discussing the adult services industry in general), I was expecting to read comments about how “Yeah, hookers are bad!”, “Toss ‘em in jail and throw away the key!”, “I don’t want MY CHILD seeing provacative lingerie!”, etc. but what I read, instead, was that most thinking people don’t give a damn about adult services–that most rational adults are fully aware that this industry does NOT rely on trafficed or underage individuals. Basically, they’re not buying it and they know that it’s just a bunch of political theatre.
That was a refreshing realization.
Look, folks, people in the adult industries (the pro’s, the real ones) don’t want anybody doing anything to hurt anyone else. We’re not running on some Marquis de Sade playbook. Even us Doms. There are spooky, dark, kinky images all over my website, and all over the webpages of all Doms, but it’s a feeling and a theme that we’re selling. We’re not actually oppressive or abusive people. It’s interactive theatre for grownups. Don’t take it so seriously. It’s about as real as the Haunted Mansion at Disneyland. If you believe that all the stuff is real, then I have a bridge to sell you. Plus the Eiffel Tower and a recommedation for a good, strong psychotherapist.
We’re just a group of free-thinking, slightly eccentric, liberals with weird jobs. And, when you break it all down, everyone’s job is ridiculous, weird, and sometimes challenging with a predictable cast of heroes and villains. True? Without a doubt. It’s not that heavy, deep, or dark. The sociologists and the “experts” with all their surveys, “studies”, and supposed factoids won’t boil it down to the basics because it would take away from the supposed mystery and tabooness of what adult services are. And the truth is, like so many “fascinating” things, it really ain’t all that interesting.
What cured my headache, and what subsided my anger over the situation, was realizing that most of America is aware of that. They’re, generally, on my side with this whole witch hunt. They understand people stepping in to help children, or to help adults in bad situations, but they want adults to have the privacy of being adults with other adults.
Even if they think that way anonymously.
I’ve also realized that I how deeply I believe in American ideals and that I’m a hardcore American in the old-school, original sense of purpose. Just stay out of my way, let me do my thing, don’t oppress me.
It seems that most of us Americans, gay and straight, are moderate and reasonable when it comes to most issues but don’t tell the press. It may take away from some of the current election-time excitement.
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