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Saturday, 28 April 2012

What is the answer?

This is the place where I said that I would be honest and my reso-ma-lution was to whine less.  So, honesty and less whining ahoy!  The answer was revealed to me the day I held aloft my magic sword and said: "By the power of Graysk- uh, no, it refers to another meme that I'm fairly new to.  See the video below.


Yeah, about that.  This is a place where I have really gone into depth on my cross-dressing but, with one exception, I haven't really discussed my other oddities.  The principal of these is my apparent love of bondage.  When dealing with the situation with my mad ex I mentioned a few times that there was a lot of bondage involved, and I did try it out with Tilly not long after we met.  She wasn't really a fan, after a while she said as much and despite my taking handcuffs to that four poster overnight stay there was no take up since then.  I think I'm still enamoured, possibly more than I am with the idea of cross-dressing.  Interestingly, with the bondage, I appear to be very much a dominant.

I mean, obviously I like the submissive aspects of it, that much is pretty clear from the way I describe my addiction, but I always run into the brick wall of the fact that I'd make a pretty useless sub.  I'm too particular and controlling.  I am a control freak.  The times that I have enjoyed bondage have been when I'm very much in charge and the images/stories that I choose to check out invariably involve women being tied up etc (and I should stress that I seek out consensual stories, even in fiction I'm not a fan of people being forced against their will).  That would suggest that I like the view rather than the feeling.

The beginning of this is slightly more interesting than all I've written on cross-dressing, well, to me at least in that I still don't know where and how all this started.  I have my theories and ideas regarding the cross-dressing, like that memory, but with this particular addiction I have nothing.  It's been with me for about as long as I can remember and totally predates puberty or sexual feelings.  Indeed, for the longest time I didn't know it could be sexual.  I associated cross-dressing with sex a good few years before I associated bondage with it.  I didn't even know it had a name until after I knew about cross-dressing.  Also infantalism - that didn't have a name with me until I'd gone to University!

If I'm going to be honest I guess that I ought to be discussing these issues too.

Ah, I still have loads of work to do and I'm still under the cosh so that will have to do for now.


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