I’ve been drawn to the kinkier side of things as long as I can remember. The journey started pretty young, when I was in school and I’d gone over to a friend’s place for some project. And with kids being devious assholes, he showed me porn for the first time, and I was aghast. But those images stuck to my head. And that set the ball rolling.
A considerable amount of time down the line, I started browsing the internet, going to those places and those sites which were adults only. Mind you, there was no ‘I’m 18, allow me to enter’ kind of a popup. Those were also the days where you’d to give your computer a boatload of viruses to download songs, or if you were feeling adventurous, movies. I remember I used to be by disgusted by blowjobs. Lol. Look at me now. Gradually, I explored more, read more and saw more, and it expanded my horizons. I discovered how porn is not real life way before I had my first sexual experience, discovered BDSM way before 50 shades of Grey existed. I was enamored by kink way before I knew the correct term for it was kink. And it’s been a journey since then, discovering new things, liking most of them. I’m a greedy mofo that ways.
Which brings me to the next point. A long time ago, I was watching Kill Bill. And there’s a part in the movie, which I often think about. There was a monologue about, Superman. About how he’s inherently different from the other superheroes. Of how Batman is Bruce Wayne in actuality, and he has to don his batsuit, and change his voice to become Batman. He pretends to be Superman But Superman is, well, Superman. He has to pretend to be Clark Kent, put on the clothes of a regular civilian and hide himself amongst the populace. He truly is himself, when he puts on his cape and suit, the clothes given to him by his parents. He IS Superman, not a man masquerading and hiding his identity. He is hiding himself, when he isn’t flying around.
Which makes me think, am I the well spoken man that people don’t have an idea about how devious my mind is. How I go out of my way to present this image of proprietary behaviour. Or am I the kinky, twisted mind, which harbors the most depraved of fantasies, and I’m only pretending to be ‘vanilla’. Or I’m the man that I present to the world, but the other side of me is only lurking beneath the surface, eager to jump out at a moments notice. Who am I?
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/qw35xk/am_i_superman_or_batman