
AI art by me.
Today was a good. The AI was cooperative with me in creating what I wanted with less fuss than usual.
Today’s topic comes from a reader, fellow-blogger, and fellow-author, Jaye Elise. She wrote in a comment about how we all are “Trojan Horse’s of Depravity” while we walk amongst the white-washed, vanilla world. This is the kind of imagery it evoked in me when I read her phrase.
Over the past few weeks, I’ve learned that all of us carry a Trojan Horse inside of us. There is a secret compartment where we keep our kink, our inner judgement of others, our acknowledged and even unacknowledged guilty pleasures.
Some people aren’t even aware those horses are inside of them until something jars it loose and the trapdoor opens to spill out all the secrets. A lot of these people end up in therapy as they learn how to reconcile a new part of themself. Some people have put layer-upon-layer of plaster or concrete to keep the horses shut up.
In the Secret World, as I described it in a recent poem, we denizens can often see it in others as we pass by but it usually takes more like reading it on their blog. Some of us have to live in situations where we cannot just open the trapdoor and let it run free. I used to be like that but the trapdoor has been uninstalled for me. I no longer will make excuses for who and what I am.
However…
To fit into the whiteboard society I live in, I do keep up appearances of being just a nice old guy who seems so funny and likeable. There are a few who will notice the dominant streak in me and respond somewhat. It doesn’t mean they are a submissive but have some of it in them.
Unlike the Doms in my stories, I do not try to ferret them out or get them to admit it, etc. I just enjoy the smiles that I remembered her name or what she told me two conversations ago. The little blush as I smile more warmly at them because I see the twinkle in their eyes. Today’s world/society is not as forgiving or understanding as the one in my writings.
So, I guess I am a part of the Trojan Horse Effect after all. It’s just my inner one that is empty and no longer needed. I don’t hide from myself and my sometimes darker demons. I tend to be a lot happier this way.
Master Grey
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