TRADITION, TRADITION!
Or will someone please shoot that idiot with the fiddle!
This is going to be a genuine, certified rant, maybe even a certifiable one. One of the things anyone who spends anytime in the BDSM world is going to run into is a lot of talk about traditions and where they came from. Well, the one thing they are never told, until now is:
IT IS A LOAD OF BULLSHIT!! THERE ARE NO TRADITIONS!
What you have is a bunch of things a few decades old that were created by various groups of idiots, and I mean that quite literally, who came back from the Second World War with a bad case of shell-shock who could not adapt to the real world and so decided to create a fantasy world for themselves involving motorcycles, leather clothes, a weird hierarchy and giving up bathing. In others, sort of like the Moose lodge with leather clothes and motorcycles. Now, these collected fools and low lifes whom no one would want to have as neighbors, went around going vroom vroom and giving their groups ridiculous-sounding names and no one who had any taste wanted anything to do with them, if only to avoid the SMELL!
OK, got that? The people who are so lionized were SCUMBAGS. If you had actually encountered them in their natural habitat you would have headed for the hills as fast as you could drive and if one of them had moved into the neighborhood you would have put your house up for sale.
Anyway, as part of their paramilitary thing, their collective psychosis as it were, they came up with a whole lot of nonsense. They developed a peculiar concept of social hierarchy and everyone they included had to fit somewhere into it. Now that was very important because by attempting to re-create their military experience they had to know the difference between the privates, the sergeants and the generals. Those were the things that determined who got to wear which silly hat. For them the uniform was not merely a sexual fetish, it was a religious one, something to be worshipped. And as a result who got to wear what and when and who was given what took on a ridiculous aspect out of all proportion or sanity. We make a lot of fun of their thing about not mixing brass and chrome but those damned fools took it seriously.
And they had a bunch of other things, like how to greet people in their own group according to rank and odor and how to greet people in other groups, because groups were very important to those neo-fascists who apparently forgot which side they were fighting on in the Great Patriotic War. And that is one thing that is never mentioned because the people who actually think those clowns had ANYTHING of value to offer don’t want to admit it. The individual, the life of the individual, the mind of the individual, the soul of the individual, had no place whatever in their system. Everything was the group.
Now, there is one little problem with them. They thought they were the whole world. I said they were a bunch of nuts. What they could not quite deal with was that there were a whole lot of other people who wanted nothing to do with them if only because they wanted to avoid the stench. But that did not bother them because being caught up in their collective illusion they just went on behaving like a Moose lodge on crack and if they had stayed that way everyone would have been happy.
Unfortunately for the rest of us in the BDSM world, the civilized part of it, for some bizarre reason that I have never really ever been able to figure out, a whole bunch of folks who should have the intelligence, breeding and soap to know better got the notion into their heads that these losers in the class war were somehow the progenitors of something other than bad Marlon Brando movies. And thus we, even after all the decades, keep hearing of their peculiar lunacies as “traditions” and for some absurd reason we are expected to if not follow them, as no one with any brains ever would, but even respect them!
You have to be kidding!!!!
Respect them? Respect the ways of a bunch of failures who could not adapt to their world and went off into noisy, smelly dreamland? Come on, let’s call them what they were. NUTS and LOSERS!
And as for their traditions? Let’s be honest and call those things what they are, the made-up nonsense of a bunch of people whom we would not allow to work on our cars for fear they would piss in the gas tank or try to scoutmaster the tailpipe.
Ok, I know this seriously ad hominem, but there is an old saying, “Consider the source.” And if we really look at the source of the so-called traditions that people keep making such a fuss about we have to admit that they originated with people we really would not have wanted to know and certainly would never have let our offspring (if we were so unfortunate as to have any) be around. And if you are faced with the claims of such things, ask yourself if you really want to imitate the ways of a post-WW2 motorcycle gang. Because that is what the people who take the so-called traditions seriously are asking you to do.
And remember, Tradition is nothing but mold on the bathroom wall!
Or will someone please shoot that idiot with the fiddle!
This is going to be a genuine, certified rant, maybe even a certifiable one. One of the things anyone who spends anytime in the BDSM world is going to run into is a lot of talk about traditions and where they came from. Well, the one thing they are never told, until now is:
IT IS A LOAD OF BULLSHIT!! THERE ARE NO TRADITIONS!
What you have is a bunch of things a few decades old that were created by various groups of idiots, and I mean that quite literally, who came back from the Second World War with a bad case of shell-shock who could not adapt to the real world and so decided to create a fantasy world for themselves involving motorcycles, leather clothes, a weird hierarchy and giving up bathing. In others, sort of like the Moose lodge with leather clothes and motorcycles. Now, these collected fools and low lifes whom no one would want to have as neighbors, went around going vroom vroom and giving their groups ridiculous-sounding names and no one who had any taste wanted anything to do with them, if only to avoid the SMELL!
OK, got that? The people who are so lionized were SCUMBAGS. If you had actually encountered them in their natural habitat you would have headed for the hills as fast as you could drive and if one of them had moved into the neighborhood you would have put your house up for sale.
Anyway, as part of their paramilitary thing, their collective psychosis as it were, they came up with a whole lot of nonsense. They developed a peculiar concept of social hierarchy and everyone they included had to fit somewhere into it. Now that was very important because by attempting to re-create their military experience they had to know the difference between the privates, the sergeants and the generals. Those were the things that determined who got to wear which silly hat. For them the uniform was not merely a sexual fetish, it was a religious one, something to be worshipped. And as a result who got to wear what and when and who was given what took on a ridiculous aspect out of all proportion or sanity. We make a lot of fun of their thing about not mixing brass and chrome but those damned fools took it seriously.
And they had a bunch of other things, like how to greet people in their own group according to rank and odor and how to greet people in other groups, because groups were very important to those neo-fascists who apparently forgot which side they were fighting on in the Great Patriotic War. And that is one thing that is never mentioned because the people who actually think those clowns had ANYTHING of value to offer don’t want to admit it. The individual, the life of the individual, the mind of the individual, the soul of the individual, had no place whatever in their system. Everything was the group.
Now, there is one little problem with them. They thought they were the whole world. I said they were a bunch of nuts. What they could not quite deal with was that there were a whole lot of other people who wanted nothing to do with them if only because they wanted to avoid the stench. But that did not bother them because being caught up in their collective illusion they just went on behaving like a Moose lodge on crack and if they had stayed that way everyone would have been happy.
Unfortunately for the rest of us in the BDSM world, the civilized part of it, for some bizarre reason that I have never really ever been able to figure out, a whole bunch of folks who should have the intelligence, breeding and soap to know better got the notion into their heads that these losers in the class war were somehow the progenitors of something other than bad Marlon Brando movies. And thus we, even after all the decades, keep hearing of their peculiar lunacies as “traditions” and for some absurd reason we are expected to if not follow them, as no one with any brains ever would, but even respect them!
You have to be kidding!!!!
Respect them? Respect the ways of a bunch of failures who could not adapt to their world and went off into noisy, smelly dreamland? Come on, let’s call them what they were. NUTS and LOSERS!
And as for their traditions? Let’s be honest and call those things what they are, the made-up nonsense of a bunch of people whom we would not allow to work on our cars for fear they would piss in the gas tank or try to scoutmaster the tailpipe.
Ok, I know this seriously ad hominem, but there is an old saying, “Consider the source.” And if we really look at the source of the so-called traditions that people keep making such a fuss about we have to admit that they originated with people we really would not have wanted to know and certainly would never have let our offspring (if we were so unfortunate as to have any) be around. And if you are faced with the claims of such things, ask yourself if you really want to imitate the ways of a post-WW2 motorcycle gang. Because that is what the people who take the so-called traditions seriously are asking you to do.
And remember, Tradition is nothing but mold on the bathroom wall!