SM - Stigma or Stigmata

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Note to readers: This article is part of "Robin's Personal Memories Project"
 
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When I was a teenager, it was alright to play Capture the flag, Cowboys and Indians and Doctor and patient.

As a matter of fact, in my Junior year, while living in Fort Wayne, Indiana I spent the whole summer vacation in Churubusco, Indiana. This was a summer of growth for me. I worked on a REAL farm, milking cows, feeding chickens, and all. I also learned how to harvest wheat. Driving a combine is one of the dustiest things a human being can do. The combine derives its name from the three separate harvesting operations — reaping, threshing, and winnowing — in a single process. We used to joke that for every ton of input product, the combine will create seven tons of chaff and 500 pounds of winnowed wheat.

This chaff stuff is a very finely shredded wheat by-product that, by laws of nature, will congregate in every crack and orifice of the human body. After a day in the field, we would drive to nearby Blue Lake and everyone would run into the lake totally clothed. We would remove our clothes and, to the best of our abilities, rinse the chaff from our clothing. this procedure was done by everyone, boys, and girls. Teenage boys and teenage girls - and this made everyone comfortable wearing only our underwear.

One weekend, I was assigned milking duties. We would have to lasso a cow, lead it to the barn and hook up the milking machine. One of the girls on the farm was making fun of my roping technique and HAD to teach me the proper way to do it. After a few minutes, we were lassoing each other, practicing the proper way to hogtie a calf, and "other stuff" in the hayloft.

The reason I bring this up is that it was a different time: it was an age of innocence.

Later, when I joined the Navy, I would travel to New York City and visit Movie Star News. Somehow, tying up girls became seedier and less "correct". I became a "photographer" which gave me a reason to approach ladies and ask if I could take pictures of them in bondage. Ah, yes!

I had military top-secret clearances and felt I had to keep my "fun times" secret to avoid repercussions from the Navy.

When I got out of the Navy, Hollywood and companies like IBM and others were very concerned about their image. Employment contracts actually had "dress code" and "moral turpitude" clauses in them. If you worked at IBM and cashed your paycheck at a liquor store, it was grounds for dismissal. Your "uniform" was a business suit with a solid-color necktie.

I have always lived two parallel lives: one professional and one kinky.

Kink was a Stigma.

During the past sixty years, my kink has become very mainstream.

It is in the movies, magazines, and on the ad panels on the side of city buses.

We have "catharsis clinics" where clients can go to get spanked, given enemas, or anything else you can imagine. Many mainstream actors, politicians, and church members confess that doing sessions is a way to remove pressure and guilt from their lives.

It has become the method of cleansing their souls. They bare their souls. They proudly exhibit their bodies to show their marks or wounds resembling the crucifixion wounds of Christ.

In the fifties, it was "camp" for every lady to have a "gay hairdresser".

Today, it is 'de riguer' for everyone to announce to the world that "Mommy and Daddy play sex games", with Daddy dressing up in women's clothing. Animal transformation fantasies are everywhere. Television shows transmit live feeds of pony-girls shopping at a local market.

Folsom Street Faire is one of the largest congregations of people in the United States. Cosplay is rampant in Japan. Spanking websites fill the network. Bondage magazines and websites are ubiquitous. Gays, Transvestites, and Lesbians have their own bars and their own city districts. It is even a bonus if you run for political office.

Today, kink is a catharsis: a stigmata. It shows everyone that you have "Come of Age" - you have "Come out of the Closet".

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