I’ve been on this platform for many years…I’ve posted some horny things, re-blogged a ton of horny stuff I saw, and liked even more of the horny things from all of the other horny blogs out there.
In the past few years I’ve definitely been more of a consumer than a contributor, and that’s okay. I think I said what I wanted to say, wrote what I wanted to write, and posted what I wanted to post, and once that ran out there was less inspiration or need to continue to post just for the sake of posting.
I guess for me this has sort of expression had run its course and was coming to a natural conclusion anyway.
I will gently remind everyone that access to home-grown, curated pornography, on any platform, isn’t a human right, nor is it “censorship” for a company to have policies that restrict pornographic or explicit images. I liked jerking off to the steady stream of bondage exploits in my feed as much as the next guy…and will miss occasionally finding something surprising, amazing or inspiring along the way. But tumblr’s or any company isn’t obligated to provide me with jerk-off material.
Also, I know it is unfortunate to lose the kink-friendly community that has developed here…but….
Everything. Absolutely everything has a beginning, a middle, and an end.
Take time to enjoy the middles, because the beginnings and the ends are just instants…the middle stretches out…the middle is what matters. And when something ends, don’t mourn for too long, celebrate the middle for what it was, and keep an eye out for what’ s next.
When I first came out into this type of community, it was via leather/kink bars. You would go on a Friday night and sometimes see a hot leather daddy strap his gimp to the cross in the corner, or meet a guy who had a pair of handcuffs hanging from his belt. There was sometimes a back room with all sorts of “stuff” going on. There was community. There was all sorts of cool shit going on…but all of that…that whole scene…pretty much came to an. The bars closed, the back-rooms disappeared, the leather dissipated, and the leather and fetish clubs died out. One after another.
I’m actually surprised that tumblr allowed this shit to go on as long as it has.
I’m not sad, why would I allow something like this to make me sad? I’m happy I had the middle…and I’m looking out for what will be the next beginning.
Oh, and some final thoughts: ALWAYS play SAFE, SANE and CONSENSUAL. Don’t fuck around with breath control…it’s an addictive death spiral…don’t do meth or other destructive drugs, and in all things maintain balance. You can fantasize and role play all kinds of shit to get off, but then go out and live productive, active, full, wonderful lives. Your kinky sexuality is only one small part of being alive…and it’s not even the most important part.
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