I recently met some local "lifestylers" and they were a really nice bunch of people - very friendly, very welcoming. Of course, I am a single young woman new to their midst, so who can really guess what their admittedly devious minds were up to. The occasion of meeting them and introducing myself to their group brought up several questions and perhaps concerns.
My career dictates that I cannot be licensed if I am charged with a crime. My salary doubling and eight years to nine years of my life with close to 40,000 of student loans depend on my ability my ability to be licensed. I need to research that more intensely what can inhibit my being licensed, but definitely felonies are a no-no. So living, in a bible belt state where most enjoyable sex is against the law, I had some questions to ask the experienced locals and got some excellent answers and offers of assistance. The main point of an ex-cop I spoke to, was that if you keep your kink behind closed doors and don't expose other people to it, and act with common sense, you won't have a problem It is the non-consensual exposure to the vanilla world that makes the activities a problem – in terms of getting caught and booked. And that got me to thinking about issues of consent.
Several codes of conduct have been created by those in the kink lifestyle to protect matters of consent and safety. We don’t allow children or animals who cannot consent because of maturity and intellect – be included in our sexual escapades. Some of us enjoy the occasional “rape” scene but hopefully, we have pre-consented to the affair before it happens and have outs if we change our minds. But those of us with exhibitionist or voyeur streaks (not personally one of them) – can we ever really get the consent of those we might involve in our kink? Can the general public ever consent? They can’t really and laws are there to protect them, I know I have no desire to have my innocent trip to the grocery store interrupted by some dominant bending a submissive over a shopping cart and spanking her for having dented a can. So maybe we arrange for a friend to stand outside our window and watch us. Or we take the chance and let someone play under our skirt beneath the white linen table cloth of our favorite restaurant.
Is it fair of us? Do we care?
My career dictates that I cannot be licensed if I am charged with a crime. My salary doubling and eight years to nine years of my life with close to 40,000 of student loans depend on my ability my ability to be licensed. I need to research that more intensely what can inhibit my being licensed, but definitely felonies are a no-no. So living, in a bible belt state where most enjoyable sex is against the law, I had some questions to ask the experienced locals and got some excellent answers and offers of assistance. The main point of an ex-cop I spoke to, was that if you keep your kink behind closed doors and don't expose other people to it, and act with common sense, you won't have a problem It is the non-consensual exposure to the vanilla world that makes the activities a problem – in terms of getting caught and booked. And that got me to thinking about issues of consent.
Several codes of conduct have been created by those in the kink lifestyle to protect matters of consent and safety. We don’t allow children or animals who cannot consent because of maturity and intellect – be included in our sexual escapades. Some of us enjoy the occasional “rape” scene but hopefully, we have pre-consented to the affair before it happens and have outs if we change our minds. But those of us with exhibitionist or voyeur streaks (not personally one of them) – can we ever really get the consent of those we might involve in our kink? Can the general public ever consent? They can’t really and laws are there to protect them, I know I have no desire to have my innocent trip to the grocery store interrupted by some dominant bending a submissive over a shopping cart and spanking her for having dented a can. So maybe we arrange for a friend to stand outside our window and watch us. Or we take the chance and let someone play under our skirt beneath the white linen table cloth of our favorite restaurant.
Is it fair of us? Do we care?