What is kink? Mistaking cherry for cake?

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Philosophy in the Bedroom (Part 2)

So, as established in What were Sadists called before Sade? thread... differentiating between sex and kink, whereby sex being understood to be an experience which transcends life and thereby all the shackles that go with it, so as to be a fundamenatlly necessary human act in order to consolidate one's own individuality and freedom as opposed to say... creating some form of alternate hierarchy to that which is enacted on a daily basis, that is to say conforming to accepted social norms, eg. Employer and employee etc... whereby the consenting couple re-enact systems of power opposed to the norm for perhaps acute psychological needs...thereby supporting the ongoing daily system of control where every body has its place, and knows it and must NOT step outside of it- a bit light the Matrix- or woe betide you. Jesus!

SEX CRIME!

Or, escaping that Orwellian hell hole as quick as our ass can....

The cherry on the cake... that is to say THE FLUFF... The stuff you do for diversion, to put a twist to the norm, thereby balancing out the chinks...whereby positions are usually swapped, gal being boy for a while , boy being gal etc etc simply as a form of sexual diversion...Where everything, however absurd it may appear is up for discussion...various games are played... again consolidating the idea of freedom and individuality.

But to define yourself, your very being through any ONE particular form of kink, so as to live one's entire life around it...

I'm sorry, I just find that all too narrowing...to the point of claustrophobia...someone let the air in....can't breath.... need to swim...in the sea...

Boy floats out

(Freedom is a happy Cage, so let's make the bars REAL BIG!)
 
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Personally I'm wheat intolerant but I'll try not to feel insulted.

All depends what you see as cake if you ask me. Some people view anything other than the missionary as cherry material, others have gone so far into the kink that they've swallowed the cherry whole and desensitized themselves to the point of being shocked by almost nothing.

For some people, BDSM is their cherry and as they experience it and it becomes more central to their essence of self they move it into cakeland - somthing they are not prepared to live without. The foundation for a sexlife rather than the spice thrown in.

Within this dynamic I would say it's just as possible to explore any facet of sexuality that catches your libido. It does not limit potential, what it does, for those who embrace it, is alter your status quo, your frame of reference in which everything else sits.

That's just my humble opinion of course :rose:
 
Dear VelvetDarkness...

Apologies for the cake analogy, how thoughtless of me.

And thank you for your most intuitive response. You put it far better than me.

But basically, I think we are singing from the same hymn sheet. However, your grace, humour and intuition are so much more insightful then my clumsy, clod hopping, mango squash step steps....

Hope to hear from you again.

Boy
 
more on Cherries

The fruit is noted for its sweet/sour (depending on the type), meaty texture, hence my reference to kink. Fruitmeat! Binge on at your peril. Why? Keep reading...

There are some lovely names, mainly Italian: Maraschino, most would be familiar with, usually to be found hanging out at the bottom of cocktail glasses with the smart set. Image of enamel grit, tongue protruding, followed by an alligator smile. The swallowing of, if done expertly for some reason, can be as sexually arousing as the intricate pattern of footplay by a woman with a pair of 'Achillles' heels.

Marasca is lesser known, but beloved of liqueur lovers. Coming from Northern Italy a bitter compliment to the above.

Have you ever over-indulged on a bowl, and retched afterwards? Wretched cherries... sublime rot, or half choke on a stone? Spitting cherry stones back into the bowl.

For wine lovers there's Amarone. Like drinking Black Forest Gateaux. Very rich, deep, intense flavours....again, over indulge at your peril. Amarone della Valpolicella, my own introduction to Italian wine, after just spending a year and a half in Bordeaux. Intoxicating river or avalanche of taste...the grapes, on being picked, are dried out on straw mats to intensify the sugar content making for a strong (14/15% +) wine. Not for the faint- hearted (again in comparision to kink), but bold, daring and slightly dangerous, on the edge. Once before, go to far and you'll do yourself real damage. The French have a similar process; pouriture noble, they call it, or Noble Rot. Their desert wines, Sauternes for example, are made by the same drying out process. Again rich syrupy wine, although the Amarone has been compared to jam, it's consistency that is. If you like chocolate(dark) and cherries, try it. It's damn sexy stuff. Although in America it will cost you a fortune, I'm afraid. Try also Ripasso, a cheaper version. Also excellent.

The name Amarone comes from Vaio Amaron, an estate formerly owned by Serego Alighieri a member of DANTE Alighieri's family. Not far from Verona of Romeo and Juliet fame.

In the more expensive Amarones they only use the grapes which were touched by the sun. Orecchiette, or little ears the bunches are known as. Ears of grapes drying in the sun, a nice image. Nothing goes to waste in the process. The skins are further used in the making of lesser Valpolicellas, or grappa. 1997 is apparently a great year.

Schwarzwalder Kirschtorte- Black Forest Cherry Cake

Let's move up to Germany on the Cherry trail, up from Northern Italy with its jazz and its wine.

Now we need to go right down into the Blackforest itself, near Baden Baden, to the Cafe Berg to be precise where you will be served up cream, chocolate, cherries and alcohol in good measure known to us as BFG.

If you go on to Staufen visit the Cafe Decker where they also serve up a wondrous Kirschtorte, the literary associations are Doktor Faustus by Thomas Mann, who apparently comes to a bad end there. I wonder by what kink?

Of course States side you got Traverse City, Michigan The Cherry Capital of the world.

Now here's an idea...getting back to kink... take a bottle of Amarone, anyone you want, a slice of BFG, a bed of Cherries, and some profound young devotee and take the first train to Traverse City and go ahead and get KINK!

Boy singing: For life is just a bowl of cherries
Don't take it serious
It's too mysterious
For life is just a bowl of cherries
(to fade)

See also Jeanette Winterson's novel SEXING THE CHERRY set in the seventeenth century in England. She sees the past like some great lumber room filled with costumes, oceans of blood, and some cute mementoes...
 
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