I have proof: Mom, it's all your fault!

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Spank-a-licious

And now for those of you who don't like reading my links, here is a brief summary. (I mean really, how hard is it to click a link and read it people. The only people I forgive are dial up users. The rest of you suck. I mean... *lurves*)

Summary in Brief:
Apparently there are studies that say spanking your child turns them into sexual deviants who engage in "risky sex such as premarital sex without using a condom; and masochistic sex such as spanking during sex."

OH NOES! What is our world coming to!?! You want to know the really scary thing. The studies that they are talking about are all done by the same person. Intriguing isn't it? Sounds to me like someone has an agenda. IF I were to even contemplate the validity of this information I would need several studies, WAY more than four from untold different sources that have absolutely no relation to each other. And even then I sincerely doubt that I would be able to believe the absolute bullshit that is being spewed here.

Why? Because there are many different factors that sexual preference relies on. And if they are right I don't want to know what I would be like if my mother spanked me more than the one time that she did. Gods. I'd never have "normal" sex. Apparently, the more often you're spanked the more likely you are to be a real deviant. I think that my favourite analogy that they use is when the compare it to smoking and lung cancer. Obviously making the connection between a cancer and sexual deviance. Apparently, I'm sick because I like pain mixed with my pleasure. Bastards. Apparently I'm sick because I like to be tied down and made to feel helpless. Apparently I'm sick because I have no desire to be in control of the situation while I'm engaging in "risky masochistic sex" that involves spanking, bondage and all other manner of depravity. Gods.

I hate making this comparison, but it begs to be said. It wasn't too long ago that homosexuality was qualified as a mental disorder. In fact there are still those out there that are proponents of the theory. Every time we take a step forward, we take two steps back. This just isn't in our ability to accept people for people regardless of who they are but in so many other aspects. Apparently we are more than a little resistant to change. I don't see what is so inherently bad about two grown adults consenting to something that makes them both hot, excited and turned on. Hell, I don't see what the problem is if it's more than two adults, as long as everyone there is capable of consenting to what is happening. Three little words to live by people: SAFE, SANE, and CONSENSUAL. Didn't Kinsey already open the bag of worms? Didn't we already know that people tend to be giant perverts in the sack?

And I mean if just one spanking was enough to turn me into the wonderful and lovable sexual deviant that we all know and love, imagine what two would have done never mind if spankings would have been a regular occurrence. I'd never leave my room and become one of those really scary sexual deviants that your mother told you about. Wait... I think I'm there already. (And why is your mother talking about me? Tell her to please mind her own business. She does not know me.) The only reason I leave my room is because even the most dedicated pain slut needs a break sometimes. Geesh.

Kidding, kidding. Kind of. Not really. But either way, just because I like pain doesn't mean that it was derived from the one time delivered spanking at the hands of my mother. Gods. It's just the way that I am wired. I'd like to think that I am a rather special person who can go from zero to horny in you just bit me on the shoulder because that's who I am not because I was spanked as a child. I wasn't traumatised by the incident, or the few times that my mother smacked my hand away from something dangerous. Hell, the first couple sexual encounters that I had were very vanilla and blasé. Nothing more exciting than insert peg a into slot b. I found that sex was not all that I thought it should be, that it was lacking in something to make it that special thing that everyone seemed to be concerned with.

I figured it out on my own later. How? It answer was simple my dear. How many people are turned on by getting a tattoo? I don't know, but I certainly am. I have never been so horny as right after I got my cross done. If there would have been someone that was willing and able I would have been up for it right there. Regardless of how sore I was or maybe in spite of it. Subsequent tattoos have been a lot easier to deal with.

So it was something that I came to, over time. And have learned to love, over time. There are still aspects of my fantasies that I'm not sure that I will ever be able to play out. They scare me almost as much as they turn me on, and that's saying a lot. I would love to be able to trust someone enough to know that I could tell them about it, at the very least. I still don't think that I would ever be able to act on it... and that's probably for the best. Who knows what I future hold though? I know I sure don't.