I Am The World.

I have a tendency to think of people 1% less kinky than me as "freakin' prudes!" and people 1% more kinky than me as "freakin' freaks!"

The weird feeling comes in when I realize that to a whole lot of people, I'm the freak. (I'm also a prude to a whole lot of people, I'm under no delusion that I'm the top of the perv pile, but I can deal with that.)

I overheard some classmates at lunch talking about how people who are into bondage are "sick fucks" and pretty much sexual predators. I guess if I were a Sexual Freedom Fighter I would've gone over and set them straight with a long peppy lecture on "safe! sane! consensual!" and "many normal, healthy members of your own community!" and such, but really I just moved to a different table.

It's weird though, to think of me--little ol' me, donates blood to strangers, never runs a red light, helps old ladies write their grandkids--as a scary deviant in someone's eyes. I can understand that some of the things I do might seem gross--but "ketchup on Cheerios" gross, not sexual predator gross.

Still, even if people can be shockingly wrongheaded about my completely silly and harmless personal habits, I'm not going to put my own reputation on the line in order to make some sort of grand "Civil Rights for the Ass-Whipped!" stand. And neither is anyone else with mainstream credibility, apparently.