It is so difficult to engage in BDSM the way we intend it, to invent our own universe in the midst of not so gentle Vanilalland. It may seem absurd to propose a non egalitarian life between Masters and slaves, Doms and subs, Owners and properties, Yet in our universe, we all agree to it. It is the United Nations of Vanilla that is absurd, where no side agrees on anything. UNV doesn’t deal with corporal punishment, anal fisting and other immoral acts, only with genocides. This does not guarantee us any right. Vanillaland inc. imposes legal and moral obligations. So we put forward the ultimate argument: individualism. I do not care how and why my neighbor beats her male slave and he shows her his gratitude, kissing her dirty feet. I only care about the authority my slave has given me, to control her soul and mind, her entire life. There are no external rules, no arbitration. The way we look at each other belongs exclusively to us. I set the rules and she is grateful for each one of them. I define what her life will be, what her behavior must be, why she must be punished, her sexuality, everything.
“La vie n’est pas un problème qui puisse être résolu en divisant la lumière par l’obscurité et les jours par les nuits, c’est un voyage imprévisible entre des lieux qui n’existent pas.” (Stig Dagerman)
It is so damn difficult to exist on this earth from reality to reality and ultimately from dream to dream. Franz Kafka said it in four words: “Notre défaite: le quotidien”. But BDSM is not a utopia. We belong to utopia, we reside here. This is our land and we are exiled here.
That is the problem: we live in a culture that depends on suffering, on unwanted dependence and submission. We are trying to live free in a world that wants to imprison us in its vileness. Aren’t we “l’ Avant garde”, the surrealists among “Les Damnés de la Terre” who have to obey imposed rules by a “behind the scenes” superpower? At least, in our world, in our lifestyle, in our marginal tribes, there is no misunderstanding: an ass, a cunt, a mouth are holes and they can be offered and used without hypocrisy.
Desecration then. Indeed, BDSM does not have much more to do with eroticism or orgasms, rather than include them in a dialectic with what is holy. In desecration, there is the “how” of BDSM. Masters who know that often become owners to men and women alike. Desecration does not recognize sexes. Desecration transforms a female or a male slave to a holy thing. The Master creates a new world every time he discovers a virgin in the anus of an old whore. And we keep doing that right next to people who go to church, following their illusions.
That is an overwhelming moment: to stand free in front of an enslaved world.