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The other week, we went through that again while a bunch of people pearl clutched over the amazing and important relationships and sex education over at BISH where I have also written before! Please support BISH and the work going on over there , just by the by. It will piss off the Daily Mail. This will, of course, be news to the legions of BDSM enthusiasts who very much can and do consent to all manner of things which are probably none of our business.
Now the thing that this group seems to do is focus on the idea that violence against women is new and that it can be linked expressly to a greater acceptance of kink in the world. And it is that second point that I want to talk about today, because groups like the idiots at the Daily Mail , and these campaigners have a tendency to treat kink and an interest in rough sex as a modern phenomenon which spreads by contagion. They present kink as a learned behaviour β usually from porn and also apparently the Fifty Shades series, and as nothing more than a mask for violence, rather than a specific sexual interest.
To this I say, lol and also lmao. It is incredibly funny to think of BDSM as a new preoccupation when we have so many first hand accounts of medieval people, well, being quite into it. One of those is what I would call not my favourite source because it comes from Peter Abelard c. We were united first in the dwelling that sheltered our love, and then in the hearts that burned with it.
Under the pretext of study we spent our hours in the happiness of love, and learning held out to us the secret opportunities that our passion craved.
Our speech was more of love than of the books which lay open before us; our kisses far outnumbered our reasoned words. In order that there might be no suspicion, there were, indeed, sometimes blows, but love gave them, not anger; they were the marks, not of wrath, but of a tenderness surpassing the most fragrant balm in sweetness.