I am a pervert. Or, if you prefer, a deviant. I enjoy wearing clothes made of leather, plastic, rubber and metal. I like costumes and uniforms. The idea of being restrained or restraining someone else for sexual purposes is exciting. I'm also socially anxious and rather a coward. This latter makes satisfying the former problematic.
As part of my plan to drag myself to a position where I have some self-respect, I've made contact with other self-described Deviants in my city. The first contact, at a casual pub-evening, was reassuringly normal. I got along well enough with the few people I managed to have conversations with. This is a good sign. Having had such a good first impression of the 'kink community', I plan to continue to approach it. The event I attended is a regularly scheduled monthly activity, and there are other groups that gather at different times. On top of this, I've been pointed towards an online forum where many of these folks gather and chat. The emboldening false-anonymity of the computer monitor may be the key to my stretching my comfort level. It is certainly an experiment worth trying. My mantra in this whole category of relationships has become 'if I wish to be found, I must search'.
I'll keep this blog informed about how things are playing out.
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