That’s the riddle, right? Who is the monster and who is the man?
I’ve always been a fan of monsters, especially their dual nature and the theme behind their transformation. Jekyll and Hyde, The Wolf Man, Frankenstein – hell, throw in Mister Rochester. There is always a drive to this tragedy, something deeply saddening and yet quite dark. There’s humanity, indeed, but a monstrosity. And which is which?
I generally feel like this when reflecting on BDSM and D/s relationships and it’s relationship to me, especially in the month leading up to Halloween, where you’ll find me indulging in decadent delight! Oh how I love to let the creature slumbering within come alive more so than any month. I feel charged. And I know some of you mystics out there can explain this to me – I hope you can.
And yet, where is the line? What is me, the ordinary joe? And what is the dominant? The rough around the edges beast? And what does that mean, that I can’t tell where the line is sometimes? Am I beast pretending to be a man? A man trying to be a beast? Perhaps I’m a mad man that thought I was sane for a while.
A reader, a lovely reader I don’t see around anymore, once encouraged me to speak about dominance and how it relates to me and how I live and breathe it. And sometimes I slip so easily into Sir that maybe I was this dark creature with sadistic tendencies all along. Which one is the mask here? The guy the world sees or the guy you, The readers, see? As the month goes on, maybe I’ll sink deeper into darkness. Before long the stories will get back to being weirder.
I love hearing about this darkness, this ‘madness’ in people. Not everyone speaks up when reading blogs, not everyone wants to or feels like they can. Do not fear! As I’d like to pick your mind!
Anyway. I’m overtired. I want to write again, I want to write more on this, but I’m tired. Am I making sense though? I can’t say.