An album cover but also fits the tenor of my post.

My purpose in writing the following is to share my opinions.  I am not writing and sharing this to spark any kind of debate or say I know better than anyone else..  I don’t mind discussion because we can all learn from each other.  It’s the point of what I’m about to write.

A couple weeks ago, I wrote and quoted a local headmaster about “finally getting the community we’d been promised.” My expounding on it was very well received and it is my hope this Journal Entry will do some amount of good, too.

In an effort to be more open about what I was doing during the day, I commented that I was at a mall and observing the “flow of humanity.” I did put quotes around it because I was using it to substitute for just saying a crowd of people.  In no way was I meaning to make a commentary on the people I was watching.

What I considered to be the flow of humanity, another commented that it should be changed to the “fall of humanity.”  While I understand the sentiment behind this comment, I grew worried my meaning had been misinterpreted.  Instead of just posting a brief comment, I decided to explore it further, as it prompted my mind to think deeper.

We of the kink community/fetish community wish to be more accepted and less judged by others.  I could be very, very wrong about this assumption, which falls into the danger of making an ass of myself for saying/writing it aloud.  From what I’ve read on FetLife and other places, I’m led to believe we are tired of being seen as freaks, weirdos, or, what some might term, “the fall of humanity.”

I attended a Munch at a local family restaurant. It was a lot of fun as I am beginning to get to know more people in the area. However, I am now wondering if some in other booths in the place might not have viewed us as somewhat less desirable.  

In some ways, we are like the comic book characters who must maintain a secret identity to blend into the ordinary world.  The difference is that those characters do it to have some peace for themselves and not be constantly harried.  We do it to make ourselves more palatable to others around us, which often includes family.

I know I’ve made my point, so I will wrap up by saying I love to watch people, all people, because I can learn from them.  The relationships, the smiles, the frowns, the pairing-off, the angry, the tired, all of these different people can teach me a lot of things.  What kind of things?  Patience, gratitude for what I have, sympathy for those who need it, joy in the smile of a grandmother seeing her grandbaby for the first time.  I will continue to enjoy the “flow of humanity” and don’t feel comfortable enough to think differently about them because I would want the same treatment for myself.