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My Two Cents on D/s and Religion
I have never felt that there was, nor should there be, any conflict between a
person’s D/s lifestyle and his or her deeply held religious beliefs and, for me,
there never has been. I’ve always just assumed that this was probably because
I’ve always been really bad at anything having to do with guilt, and have always
been pretty good at compartmentalizing things in my own head, even if they
happen to be competing or contradictory notions.
I subscribe to the idea that simultaneously entertaining completely contradictory
beliefs is a great way to give your brain a good workout. Blaise Pascal once
said, “Contradiction is not a sign of falsity, nor the lack of contradiction a sign of
truth,” and I agree.
On the other hand, I have recently had an epiphany which leads me to think that
there may be another reason why I’ve never been cognizant of any real divide
that separates D/s and religion. The more I think about it, the more credible and
profound the notion becomes, at least in my own head. Or, it could just be the
tequila.
Wherever it came from, this was my epiphany: Maybe, just maybe... D/s is my
religion.
If that boggles your mind, just try being in my head sometime. Boggled is pretty
much my normal state. Just once, I’d like to know what it’s like to be
unboggled. That would be cool.
If God exists, he’s got to be a Dom.
If he wasn’t, he probably wouldn’t even have been considered for the position.
The help-wanted ad probably read something like: “Seeking self-motivated selfstarter
with unparalleled project management skills and who can work well
without supervision. Must be willing to provide guidance and supervision to
billions of subordinates. Limited opportunities for advancement, but plenty of
perks and recognition. Subbies need not apply.”
That last part stings, I know, and probably violates all kinds of cosmic equal
opportunity laws. I’m guessing the universe has a really crappy H.R. Director,
but hey, that’s not my circus; not my monkey.