Do you see what I see

Many times those we encounter in the scene are not exactly as they seem. Not that I am implying them guilty of deception,for human beings are capable of deluding even themselves,and then one must take into account self defense mechanisms set in place. The fetish scene is not known resoundingly for it's acceptance,but then there is judgement and condemnation permeating any group within society,and even though it is pleasant to pretend that fetish folks are beyond this type of behavior,they are not.

So I ask,do you ever truly delve into whom someone you are interacting with may be,and no I do not mean being a stalker to find out their legal name and place of residence. I am referring to probing beneath the shallow surface of what is shown to you. Is the cold hearted cruel beauty of a woman truly just that? Or is she merely a kind and caring being whom hides that aspect away? Of course this can be seen from the polar side ie is the male with the seeming overabundance of confidence honestly that sure of himself,or is he hiding a frightened of the world and it's disdain spirit behind the mask?

It is so much easier to place the focus upon aspects such as fetish interests and role play,out of fear of having another actually know us as human beings,and this I see as an unfortunate mistake. Whilst it is fun and invigorating to get caught up in the excitement of serving or being served,if that is all there is then can this really be called a D's relationship? I fear not.

Some of you sadly may not even know what a vanilla relationship entails,much less a D's one. A relationship of any type leaves one vulnerable. Vulnerable to being hurt,to being disappointed,to being left behind,but then if we do not take chances,we have already lost. There is no time like the present though,so open up your shells,click mute on the voice in your head which is screaming "no,people may not like me" and simply be you.

Dive into deeper waters,and stop swimming in the kiddie pool,lest you realize one day when you are drawing breath,that you held your walls so high,that no other could possibly connect with who you really are. Yes it is scary,but then anything new generally is. The rewards though are much sweeter,for to be respected,to be adored,to be understood and accepted as you are,is unlike any feeling in the world.