#i was in the avengers

There’s something of the masked vigilante about this lifestyle. Unless you’re deep in Camden Town, you’re probably not able to go out into the world with a leash in hand or a collar around your neck. You’re probably not able to use all the words you’d normally use, or act exactly as you might want to act. You’ve got to put on a costume, face the world with a mask of normalcy to keep your extraordinary nature a secret.

When I put it like that, we’re the anti-heroes, superhuman behind closed doors, where we can properly let loose and be who we are. The Clark Kent of Kink, except we’re not just using a pair of glasses to keep things secret. We don’t have to worry about someone connecting the dots between two lives, we have to worry about someone finding out about the second life in the first place. Keep it secret, keep it safe.

More than that, it’s just about the common courtesy not to degrade and objectify, no matter how much fun it might be behind closed doors. I might call you a slut to get you pulsing between your legs, but in public that’s forcing it out into the open, where anyone can see. And they might not enjoy that all that much. It’s couples kissing in the park, blown up to a huge magnitude. And no one likes couples kissing in the park, unless you’re already attached, and already in the park, kissing the one you’re attached to.