On my mind
So we’re at John’s sister/brother-in-law’s house on Christmas, sitting in the living room chatting before dinner. I’m a bit off to the side, looking around, observing and absorbing my surroundings. S & J are both involved in academia, and the decor reflects it. Some of it seems a bit pretentious to me, as if it’s screaming, “Look how SMART we are!” But perhaps that’s my own prejudice.
I notice the expensive-looking chess board on the coffee table, listen idly as John’s nephew shows slides on his laptop of his trip to Kenya. I look at the tasteful paintings on the wall, the stacks and stacks of collector LPs. My eye wanders to a side table next to my chair. Atop the table lay three books. The first two are books of poems, by Pablo Neruda and Ezra Pound, respectively.
The third is a book of drawings. Its title? “The C*** Coloring Book.”
I kid you not.
I felt the usual visceral lurch of revulsion to that word, then felt angry and disgusted. Judgmental of me, I know. But I couldn’t help it.
Later, John’s brother and sister-in-law arrived… with their eight-year-old son. She sat in the same chair I’d been in earlier, and sure enough, she noticed the coloring book. I saw her face, watched her eyebrows shoot up. She picked it up, flipped through it. Then she put it back — face down — on the table, and put the other two books on top of it, so her son wouldn’t see it. “Sorry,” she said, “but I am so not ready for that conversation.”
I don’t blame her.
OK, so here’s what’s on my mind. Most of us spankos worry about accidentally exposing our kink. We hide our spanking videos and our BDSM paraphernalia, password-protect our computers, turn the spanking book titles inward in the bookcase. My coffee table bears Beatles tomes, not spanking art books. Why do we bother? Why are we so cautious about our innocent fun, when vanilla folks can blithely display that kind of crap for everyone to see??
Doesn’t seem right, I’m thinkin’.
Oh, but spanking is degrading to women, they say.
Hummph. And coloring in women’s hoo-has isn’t?
I’ll put any of our fetish erotica up against that coloring book in a bad-taste contest any day. I am betting that the coloring book would win.
Just my thoughts on a quiet post-spanking Tuesday.