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Ramblin' on Ravagin'
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For some reason I've ended up with this strange pathology of being more sexually relaxed in an environment that plays out like Alfred Hitchcock in latex, listening to erotic hardcore, while wearing nipple-clamps. Actually strike that, I know exactly why I'm like this: too many strobe-light, candle-wax infused nights playing with my stuffed animals; I became accustomed to it. I'm a firm believer that sex is, at the very least, 65% psychological. The physical act of sex is in fact always a mind-fuck, rather you think it is or not. And for me, the harder the music, and more conducive I find the light, the better the outcome. I'm not downplaying the importance of the physiology of sex, but I am saying it's more complicating than just rattling some nerve endings.
I hate saying that I'm a sucker for "mood-lighting", but really, I am. Not complete darkness, but changed light, or limited light. I love shadows, and light playing off the body. Office-grade florescent doesn't do it. Red light, black light, candle-light: Zero to one-hundred. I'll play in the light, but it's not the same...I'm not the same. It's as if the shadows offer me refuge to let go and be more relaxed; or, given the situation, provide an atmosphere more friendly to suspension of disbelief, allowing me to play in my screwed up little head.
So lighting aside, I will bounce back to the topic of sex being mostly psychological. I need subtle mind-fuckedry in my bed. I'm no porcelain doll, and it would be a shame to treat me as such. *sigh* (edit out)
There are different types of personas when it comes to sex: Those who want to make love, and those who want to fuck. I think, to an extent, we all blur the borders at times, but at the heart of the matter you can split us into two groups. And from those groups, you can separate us into two smaller groups: Those who want to be ravaged, and those who ravage. Once again, we are probably all guilty of occasionally blurring the lines... So I think, and pardon my late-night rambling, that it is important that we sync up with a compatible partner based on these groupings. A Lover and a Fucker is not a good combination, as one is craving long-walks-on-the-beach-romance, and the other is typically craving romance of a harder nature. Further, a Ravager and a Ravager would not work, and putting two Ravagees together could only lead to soft-core Skinamax at the best.
TBC
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