We are on death-row.
My first encounter with the croc was very recent.
He appeared in one of the most used communicational app.
I’m usually unaware and uninterested of this type of trend.
However, the phrase, “Dies in 100 days” struck me.
It was the 100th day when I was typing up this blog entry.
Only a few days has passed since I first discovered the croc, but I guess I have to say farewell to him already.
You might wonder what’s the deal with this croc comic and how this piece is related to BDSM.
I think it can be relevant to us.
BDSM is often labeled by people as sexual proclivity, paraphilia, or simply a “bad taste”.
While such perception survives, recently, I feel the society is shrouded by a cloud of ambiguity and superficiality.
I won’t deny the somewhat welcome mood, but I am just unsure of the social trend where people declare themselves as leather folks and being kinky as their hobby.
(I don’t know, maybe this is a limited trend that only I think I see...)
Anyway, I feel it’s just as scary as the argument where human body (masochists) don’t “break” so easily.
That argument is true to some extent, but in my opinion, it’s sort of scary.
Practicing kinky roleplaying may serve as a lifestyle and passion.
However, to fulfill that passion you might be knocking at death’s door every time.
Whether it is a little death resulting from breath control and unconsciousness, a biological death, or a death called social downfall, life and death surrounds us in varied shapes.
Because we are facing a world-wide pandemic, the Croc’s tale is a relatable story.
There was an article featuring the Croc story comparing ourselves to death-row inmate and inmate serving life imprisonment.
Being sentenced to life in prison means you’re pretty much done.
But If you’re on death row?
Are you done enough of being kinky?
In the end, like the Croc told us, life and death are always by our side.
The clock won’t stop ticking.
Death allows us to live each moment with more meaning and joy.
I would like to enjoy sessions with you all until I cross the finish line.
Nikki
My first encounter with the croc was very recent.
He appeared in one of the most used communicational app.
I’m usually unaware and uninterested of this type of trend.
However, the phrase, “Dies in 100 days” struck me.
It was the 100th day when I was typing up this blog entry.
Only a few days has passed since I first discovered the croc, but I guess I have to say farewell to him already.
You might wonder what’s the deal with this croc comic and how this piece is related to BDSM.
I think it can be relevant to us.
BDSM is often labeled by people as sexual proclivity, paraphilia, or simply a “bad taste”.
While such perception survives, recently, I feel the society is shrouded by a cloud of ambiguity and superficiality.
I won’t deny the somewhat welcome mood, but I am just unsure of the social trend where people declare themselves as leather folks and being kinky as their hobby.
(I don’t know, maybe this is a limited trend that only I think I see...)
Anyway, I feel it’s just as scary as the argument where human body (masochists) don’t “break” so easily.
That argument is true to some extent, but in my opinion, it’s sort of scary.
Practicing kinky roleplaying may serve as a lifestyle and passion.
However, to fulfill that passion you might be knocking at death’s door every time.
Whether it is a little death resulting from breath control and unconsciousness, a biological death, or a death called social downfall, life and death surrounds us in varied shapes.
Because we are facing a world-wide pandemic, the Croc’s tale is a relatable story.
There was an article featuring the Croc story comparing ourselves to death-row inmate and inmate serving life imprisonment.
Being sentenced to life in prison means you’re pretty much done.
But If you’re on death row?
Are you done enough of being kinky?
In the end, like the Croc told us, life and death are always by our side.
The clock won’t stop ticking.
Death allows us to live each moment with more meaning and joy.
I would like to enjoy sessions with you all until I cross the finish line.
Nikki