I am going to repost (and elaborate) on a blog comment I made on Mistress Wynter's
blog the other day. She had mentioned about how her scene interests don't necessarily mesh with her partners' (though he's a kinkster too.) And I remarked that it's been my experience that "
People who aren't in the scene just don't get it. They think all kinksters fall into one group." And the fact is, I gotta take it back.
Just today I was reading over an e-mail exchange I was having with another fellow. We initially bonded over the common interest in chastity, but it seems that there are many similarities in our lives. And yet, some big differences. He considers himself a slave. I am a switch. What pushes his buttons to be of service, and his goals and dreams and desires both originate and manifest in very different ways from mine.

As I was reading over his e-mail, I started to wonder more and more if I had at some point given him the wrong impression. So many of his sincere and heartfelt suggestions for greater understanding within my relationship, simply did not fit, had not fit and would likely never fit. And that's totally ok.
I'm always reminded of that. There is no black and white. There is no
spoon. Whatever works for you, hey as long as everyone is adult and consenting,
go have fun. But it's definitely not just folks who don't understand the scene in general. Sometimes it seems that we all have moments when our rose colored glasses slip down our nose, and we forget that our world view is ours alone. Sometimes it is easy to spot it. Whenever someone runs around and tells others that they aren't "real" life stylers, or who should appreciate what they have, or who shouldn't feel the way that they do. Ya know, shoulding on others is probably best left to consensual play. I don't like when people should on me and my life. I don't even should on myself that much anymore. It just ain't worth it.

I can remember after my divorce when I was talking with a close friend and I came out to him that I was pretty kinky - and was into that "S&M kind of stuff" - he said "Oh have I got a girl you *HAVE* to meet."
I was reluctant, but he insisted she was "my type" and when contacted each other and she seemed cool, and what the hell. So we went out. And she was attractive. Physically she was my type. And she was kinky. Yup. Definitely kinky. She was into
golden. Just loved pee. Giving, getting... her biggest fantasy was the idea of sitting in damp panties in the movie theater.
And just the idea that I might be sitting in someone's old pee when I'm at the theater still bugs me. Not a lot , but ya know... Gross. DO. NOT. GET.
And no, we didn't go out a second time.
The thing with kinksters is you take all the regular relationship ABC stuff and you try to match up all these extra lowercase ones. Every relationship has the: "morning person / night person" or "vegan / meat eater" or "clean freak / slob" battles. Then throw in kinks, and it's like "choking v spanking or golden v foot (dirty, clean, painted nails?) etc. Just how many divisions and subdivisions are there? A bazillion x 2 I think.
So I try to enjoy what I've got - and remember every once in a while not to be too big a pain in the butt. I'm sure it could be much worse ;)