A Cage Went in Search of a Bird

My sexuality is a constantly evolving organism—a kind of Kafkaesque extremophile that changes its DNA at least once a year until it ultimately eats its own tail.

I stumbled onto kink in my first relationship, but it took almost 20 years to find my kinks so I was essentially vanilla-by-ignorance. The fetishes I dug up in those first years bored me so much that I rarely bothered with them.

In that era, Cosmo defined kink as ‘kitchen sex’. I’m as serious as a broken condom. I never had sex in the kitchen, but I did have it outside a grannies’ prayer meeting next to a trampoline once. The security guard wasn’t really watching. It was actually the trampoline that had him so fascinated. It’s true.

girl-3322756_960_720 (1)

I was an epic slut from the start. I fucked who I wanted when I wanted as long as nobody was cheating. The only thing I couldn’t bring myself to do was swing and quit being morbidly heterosexual.

Within a few years of the new millennium, I was raped.

Extremophiles are organisms that flourish in extreme environments, and post-rape, that’s exactly what sex became. I jumped back onto that particular horse the second I was pushed off because I was scared that I would end up in perpetual celibacy otherwise. I wouldn’t recommend it, but I’m grateful I did it anyway because sex is so integral to who I am that I don’t feel like me without it.

It took more than a decade to stop having rape flashbacks.

That’s when I found D/s. Did BDSM help me to process the trauma in a way I’d previously not been able to? Maybe, but then again, maybe I’d healed and that’s why I could be loved. Whatever the case, I’d put PTSD behind me, and the more pervasive D/s became in my life, the more thought I put into my partners. I could engage in casual kink without a problem, but as soon as I found my kinks, I could no longer separate sex and intimacy.

Like a chrysalis, D/s needs to be allowed to unwrap all on its own. Forcing it before it’s ready only causes destruction. I found that out the hard way. BDSM can be exquisite, but it can also be used as a conduit for abuse.

Power exchange is the most evolved version of my sexuality. It’s not so for most, but certainly for me. Somewhere in the world is a cage in search of a bird exactly like me. I let it keep its own time, now.

Misquote and title taken from Kafka’s 16th aphorism.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s