Carpe Coma

Words are the building blocks of our ideas. Because of this, the words we use affect how we interpret the ideas we have, much the same way a house built out of brick is not the same as one built of steel, and how a mural done in crayon isn’t seen the same as one done in oils. The words we use frame the ideas we express through their intonations. Because of this, I hate many of the words we collectively use to discuss and describe d/s as they frame it in an alienating, self-deprecating manner. So ...

Fuck consent.

Yes, that’s right. FUCK consent. Fuck it in the ear. All of you who think ‘consent’ is the difference between d/s and abuse are wrong. People consent to being abused all the time. Just get anyone that works in a shelter a bit tipsy and ask them about the ones that keep going back or read “Prone to Violence” (written by someone who started a women’s shelter in England). Secondly, just because someone doesn’t consent doesn’t make it abusive either. We do things to each ...