Unproductively Productive Weekends

I did have several posts I planned to make over the weekend, but a friend came by on Friday.  He chained me up, blindfolded me, locked me in the basement, then fucked me senseless.

Productivity has thus been rescheduled for Monday.  Hope everyone else had a great weekend too 😉


Gabriel : Part 2

He sighed, and looked around the bar.  You know, there is this new-fangled thing you might want to consider trying, just for variety.  It’s called ‘sex with women’.  Why would I share you with another woman, pet?  I hate you.  I know.  Pick one and lets get this over wi…  Corner, near the window.  I see it.  Let’s go ruin his night.

Gabriel walked over to where the twink was swaying just a little.  “Everything alright here?”

The older guy shrugged.  “I think my buddy here had a little too much to drink.”  He started to grab the kid’s arm.  “I’ll just take him home.”

“Kid, hey.”  Gabriel looked up.  “You got a name?”

“I’m, uh…”  The kid blinked at him, his eyes dazed.

“He just needs to go home…”  The older guy narrowed his eyes at Gabriel.

“I can see that.”  Gabriel nodded.  “Kid, you’ve got ID or something?”

“Yeah…”  The kid swayed a little, nearly losing his balance as he reached for his back pocket.

The older guy grabbed his wrist before he could get his wallet out, then glared at Gabriel.  “I’ve got this under control, man.  Back off.”

Say it, say it.  Come on, pet.  Do it for me.  Say ‘starting to want you to make me’.  Please.  Shut up.  “Kid, do you know this guy?”

A confused look came to the kid’s face.  He shook his head and frowned a little.  “I, uh…”

“Somebody I should call for you?”  Gabriel raised an eyebrow.

“My boyfriend…” The kid started to nod.

“I said back the fuck off.”  The guy yanked the kid away from Gabriel, then glared.  “You want to start something?”

“No.”  Gabriel smiled.  “But I’m more than happy to finish it.”

“Son of a…”  The guy balled up his fist and took a swing.  Gabriel put his hand up and caught it, then twisted the guy’s arm up to throw him off balance.  He put his other hand on the guy’s shoulder, and bounced his face off the tabletop before shoving him aside.

The guy fell to the ground and lay there, groaning.  The bouncer made his way through the crowd.  “Sir, I’m going to need to…”

Gabriel pulled out his badge and flipped it open.  “Call the kid here a cab, get him home.”  He stepped over to the man on the ground.  “You have the right to remain silent.”


On what is and isn’t kink shaming

I try, very hard, not to kink shame.   As long as everyone involved has given genuine consent, go for it.

But let’s be clear.  My not wanting to participate in your kink is not kink-shaming.  You’ve got your thing.  I’ve got mine.  There are boundaries.  There are things I do not do.  To give a not kink at all example, I hate the taste of coffee.  But I’m never going to judge you for liking coffee.   I’m okay with you having coffee when I’m around.  I even keep some coffee on hand and a coffee pot for my friends who like it.

I am, however, going to eventually get pissed when you keep bringing me cups of coffee and insisting I try this one or that one.  I’m not going to drink it just because you made is special for me.  Don’t try to guilt trip me by telling me you spent money bringing it for me when you already know I don’t like it, and sure as hell don’t ask me to reimburse you when you knew I hate coffee.  Don’t try to trick me into drinking it by not telling me what it is or by giving it to me in a different form like coffee flavored cake or candy.

And that’s not intolerance.  That’s not kink-shaming.  That’s not me being the bad guy.

You’re not the one being disrespected in that scenario.

You’re the asshole.

Now let us be blunt, and take this from the kitchen to the dungeon.  You may think your kink is the best thing ever.   But it’s not what we agreed to when we started playing.   Pointing that out to you is NOT kink-shaming.  Telling you to stop is NOT kink-shaming.

Throwing you out of the scene when you don’t stop is also NOT kink-shaming.

You’re not the one being disrespected in that scenario.

You’re the asshole.