I’m not afraid to tell anyone who asks. I have a kinky side that I’m not ashamed of. One that possibly spans to interests and subjects that some may find unbelievable or even unpalatable
It’s unusual to think about really. With all the warped stigma and connotations that come with being kinky, do you ever wonder what might happen if your younger caught a glimpse of certain parts of your older self? It’s quite comical when I think about my own situation; I distinctly remember thinking whilst I was a pre-teen during school:
“I will never, NEVER have a kinky side.”
The idea of being one of those people? Being a deviant? Being kinky? No way. That’ll never be me.
Hindsight’s rich, huh?
Needless to say, that mindset didn’t last long, especially as I got a little older and I discovered my own wish to explore my senses and indeed myself. As I learned more about this weird, outlandish, brilliant collection of sensations and people, I learned something potentially even more important. Loving these things doesn’t change who you are, especially if you don’t want it to.
Even with all the maid outfits, gags, blindfolds, makeup, gunge, restraints or whatever else that can be thrown at me, there’ll always be a me to be found underneath. A me who certainly loves the high from all the sensations and will squeak like a small girl when teased, but a me who will continue to wake up, eat, work and live as I always will love to do.
I both am, and am not defined by my tastes. I will never be afraid or ashamed of being a kinkster. After all, there are always two sides to any coin.
