"WE DON'T NEED NO EDUCATION"
I've decided that one of the most odious concepts out there is the idea of "scene education." And the reason for that can be stated very simply:
"Education = Indoctrination."
If you use your brains for a minute (and you Olde Guarde folk can sit this one out because we know you don't have any) you will realize that what is being done is not teaching people anything that they cannot figure out on their own, and probably already have, but rather telling people how to think about what they are doing. In other words, controlling their ideas, their very thoughts.
Now, I'm a big believer in controlling people's minds, but that does not mean that I want anyone else controlling MINE! The Golden Rule is strictly for weenies.
Look at what is being taught. As far as technique goes, there is no need for anyone to go to a class to lean how to use a flogger or a cane. Those things can be learned by anyone with a modicum of eye-hand co-ordination in a matter of minutes, about ten for floggers, five for canes because even the lowest-grade idiot can learn to use a cane with a little practice--look at Singapore. Bondage may take a few hours, because the knots can get complicated and yes, if you are doing Shibari that can take some time to master, but none of this stuff is really that hard if you put your mind to it.
It certainly does not justify sitting in a classroom listening to somebody drone (though the bondage classes can be fun if the chick being tied up is cute).
So, if we get rid of the obvious reasons for this garbage, why is indoctrination so important?
It's because the scene is full of pompous fools who want to be important and this is how they do it. They call themselves presenters and they travel around the country, going from event to event in search of the perfect free lunch and with the peculiar belief that because they go around from event to event that they somehow matter in the great scheme of things. Of course they forget the old adage, "Those who can't do--teach!" If you ever have the chance to see one of these scenelebrities on the play floor and you compare their--er--skill with that of the rest of the folk who just happen to be there, you will realize just how little they really know about anything, except getting a free lunch.
And of course it means they get to spread their holy message about how all this is really supposed to work, at least in their imaginations.
Now, one might wonder why anyone puts up with this collective bullshit. After all, no one goes to an event for classes. They go to be among fellow pervs and party. Well, the answer might be this. Puritanism.
For some bizarre reason, our people cannot bring themselves to just enjoy what they do. They need to have a reason to have fun. So they suffer through the stupid classes, hearing what they already know as a way to justify the fun stuff. If they could just be honest with themselves they could save themselves a lot of unnecessary discomfort by just going for the fellowship and the partying and avoiding the classes altogether.
Someday I'm going to bite the bullet, get the money together and hold an event that will be nothing but two days of dungeon party. No classes, no speakers, no gay shoe-shine boy, no NCSF begging, no Leather Archives and Museum gay junk, just fun, fellowship and noose-play.
And NO Guy Baldwin or Jay Wiseman.
DAGGERFEST!
That will be heaven.
I've decided that one of the most odious concepts out there is the idea of "scene education." And the reason for that can be stated very simply:
"Education = Indoctrination."
If you use your brains for a minute (and you Olde Guarde folk can sit this one out because we know you don't have any) you will realize that what is being done is not teaching people anything that they cannot figure out on their own, and probably already have, but rather telling people how to think about what they are doing. In other words, controlling their ideas, their very thoughts.
Now, I'm a big believer in controlling people's minds, but that does not mean that I want anyone else controlling MINE! The Golden Rule is strictly for weenies.
Look at what is being taught. As far as technique goes, there is no need for anyone to go to a class to lean how to use a flogger or a cane. Those things can be learned by anyone with a modicum of eye-hand co-ordination in a matter of minutes, about ten for floggers, five for canes because even the lowest-grade idiot can learn to use a cane with a little practice--look at Singapore. Bondage may take a few hours, because the knots can get complicated and yes, if you are doing Shibari that can take some time to master, but none of this stuff is really that hard if you put your mind to it.
It certainly does not justify sitting in a classroom listening to somebody drone (though the bondage classes can be fun if the chick being tied up is cute).
So, if we get rid of the obvious reasons for this garbage, why is indoctrination so important?
It's because the scene is full of pompous fools who want to be important and this is how they do it. They call themselves presenters and they travel around the country, going from event to event in search of the perfect free lunch and with the peculiar belief that because they go around from event to event that they somehow matter in the great scheme of things. Of course they forget the old adage, "Those who can't do--teach!" If you ever have the chance to see one of these scenelebrities on the play floor and you compare their--er--skill with that of the rest of the folk who just happen to be there, you will realize just how little they really know about anything, except getting a free lunch.
And of course it means they get to spread their holy message about how all this is really supposed to work, at least in their imaginations.
Now, one might wonder why anyone puts up with this collective bullshit. After all, no one goes to an event for classes. They go to be among fellow pervs and party. Well, the answer might be this. Puritanism.
For some bizarre reason, our people cannot bring themselves to just enjoy what they do. They need to have a reason to have fun. So they suffer through the stupid classes, hearing what they already know as a way to justify the fun stuff. If they could just be honest with themselves they could save themselves a lot of unnecessary discomfort by just going for the fellowship and the partying and avoiding the classes altogether.
Someday I'm going to bite the bullet, get the money together and hold an event that will be nothing but two days of dungeon party. No classes, no speakers, no gay shoe-shine boy, no NCSF begging, no Leather Archives and Museum gay junk, just fun, fellowship and noose-play.
And NO Guy Baldwin or Jay Wiseman.
DAGGERFEST!
That will be heaven.