It's funny but Elliot Spitzer was the inspiration for my being more out with my kink and for the name of this blog. Really ... I'm just like him. In the cold, hard light of the early unforgiving dawn, I'm just like him. Or at least I was for so many years. It's just that I'm a half step better, a half step more connected and a half step less self righteous. So here's to you Elliot for inspiring me. Thanks, buddy.
I've been a client of prodommes for almost thirty years. I'm an accomplished sneak. I double, triple and quadruple cross check my stories. I squirrel away tribute like a hungry scavenger on a cold sunny November day. I delete, delete, delete my history ... on the computer ... on the PDA ... on the cell. I remember when pay phones gave me a powerful sexual charge. I used to live for the cloak and daggerness of it all.
For the past three months, I've been a baby step more out. I post on Max, I comment on some very, very cool blogs and I've started a couple of complicated friendships with dommes. I'm weighing play parties, classes and munches. I've even had lunch with the only other sub-guy I've ever (knowingly) in my life talked to in person. So, while it's all pretty exciting, I've got me a long, long ways to go.
I love the written word but am a terminally lazy reader unless I'm compelled by the subject. I'm a wordsmith at heart, hammering and hacking a phrase or an image until it resonates just right. This blog seems a natural thing.
So I'm advochasty ... Client Nine and a Half. I wanna talk about life as a client and my half a step away from that deep dark secret toward the scary light of day.
And hey ... I'm just around the corner from the light of day.
A Munch Guide
4 years ago
2 comments:
Wow. I finally went back and read this. I never had before. Appropriately I am reading Client 9 about Eliot Spitzer. His story is such a tragedy because he could have done a lot of good in the world. Not that one man could stem the tide of corruption that has swept over our financial institutions but he sure made an impressive start. He reminds me of another Eliot who was renowned for fighting crime; Eliot Ness.
Your words remind me of the old AA adage: we are only as sick as our secrets. And that is what really got me about being a client. Lying to someone you love is something that is difficult to do at first but one finds it gets progressively "easier". Trouble is you build walls of silence around yourself and end up locked up in a prison of your own making. And the lies can poison any hope of having a "real relationship" with another human being. Other then your Domme of course, who becomes your therapist, your high priestess, your confessor. That is a very strange world. Few are able to find happiness there in the long run.
I really enjoyed our lunch together! :-)
HMP -
Thanks for providing a comment to my first ever post. I've come such a long way from where I was when I started this blog.
One of the things I never thought about in a million years was the number of kinky guys I've become friendly with and how, because of that, I'm much more comfortable with being friends with guys generally.
Thanks for the ride on the way-back machine!
Best,
C
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