Friday, October 23, 2009
The Passion of the Reality Cult
The time my teachers were trying to explain to me, that our beautiful planet has the shape of a soccer ball, speeding in circles (kind of eh) around the sun, and not that of a plank, hanging around in unknown territory, i felt for those poor bastards sailing the Atlantic with Columbus, knowing that somewhere the ocean had to end in a huge waterfall, taking everybody and everything down to unimaginable depths and fairytale abysses. But i also wondered if these pioneers of the oceans ever asked themselves why the oceans never ran dry that way. Maybe it rained a lot at that time? Or maybe they were just like us, not willing to go beyond the truth of the hour? Must be. U too do believe the Earth is a sphere no? U r sure about that! It’s a known fact dammit. Anybody who would say differently, would considered to be an idiot right? But tell me, what kind of a globe is that, with peaks like the Himalayas, the Alps, or the Andes, with valleys, and troughs going down as much as 30,000 feet? And another thing: The floors in my home r very level, as is the water in my swimming pools. I assure u, it’s very real. How can that be, when i’m living on a sphere?
The time i still went with my daughter to visit the animals in the zoo, she quickly learned that a tiger was not a tiger, an elephant not an elephant, and a monkey absolutely wasn’t interested in being a monkey. Of cors i had taken care she never was taught that Santa Claus was living on the North pole, traveling in mid air by sledge at X-mas time, nor that babies were delivered by storks, or popped up from green acres when the time was right. So maybe that explains her fast learning, that things r not always as they appear to us, and also quite often differ from what is stamped into our belief system by ruthless teachers, moron parents, smartass friends, robotic holy men, or semi sophisticated d/s people populating nowadays the velvet underground.
The time the Greeks invented democracy, they firmly believed that Helios (yep u got that right, he's Euryphaessa's son), every morning, loaded the sun in a carriage, and drove this hot ball of fire along the heavens from the east to the west, unloading it at the end of the day, putting it to rest for the night. Next day repeating this procedure…….. forever and ever. That was pure reality to these famous scholars, and fathers of our political system. Of cors we know better now. So we think.
The time Semmelweis proposed, that death caused by childbed fever could be cut considerably by washing hands in antiseptic fluids, he was declared insane, and imprisoned in a mental hospital, eventho he had shown to his colleagues, and the world, that his methods worked! Years later, the medical reality changed, when Pasteur was able to prove the existence of germs.
The time Einstein developed his theories of relativity, Newton’s laws lost their universality. Now, quantum electro dynamics is challenging all beliefs and reality, about time travel, things existing at different places at the same moment, and even the possibility of being dead and alive simultaneously. R u still there? Good. Btw, quite recently an unknown force was discovered in the cosmos, explaining a lot of the unexplained. Yes, my friends, gravity got a big brother now, and has to step aside a bit to make room for this giant. Ahem...... big brother was among us already for some time u know. The realists just weren't aware of this reality. R u still with me? Great!
The time i entered the virtual world, i.e. the sacred grounds of the late Yahoo 360, and now the more elite deserts of Blogger, i found many who wanted me to finally get a life, to refrain from creating drama, to act less childish, and for once and for all to get real. Naturally they, i mean them purified realist eh, had a life, full of splendor and logic, and real to the bone. And for sure they showed that child behavior is of really poor quality and should be replaced as soon as possible by real mature acting. When real Christians r involved in this, they realistically bypass or conveniently forget for a while the words of their lord and savior (if not master, hehehe), spoken some 2 millennia ago, who invited them to become like children again. Real hypocrisy i'd say.
These wonderful realists never cease to declare, that reality is of supreme importance, attacking all they consider a poser, a fake, or a liar. They want the truth, and nothing but the truth, so help them the rest of moron society. Their criterion for reality and truth, is what they belief is real, abhorring even the possibility there could be more than one reality, one truth. They even speak of the real truth, to make it clear to the ignorant and fools around them, how serious they r, how dedicated they r, even ready to die for their mission, their quest, their holy crusade, chasing and condemning the ones who dare to deviate from the one and only reality. Reality to them, is forever. Real is real. Like Kraft's real mayonnaise i think. The rest is unreal, period. To them, nightmares r far from real, while a lovely dream is only deception. To them, Dali’s paintings r unreal, while sunrise/sunset is real. To them concrete is solid, their farts r not, and to acknowledge they themselves, the ultimate realists, mainly r build from water, will take some time. Hmmmm, i wonder if they would accept there’s something beyond the visible spectrum, or that nonconsensual femdom is a brutal reality in their sheltered land of vanilla flavors.
The time these driven purists come online tho, they easily switch from one reality to another, and, not surprisingly, without even noticing same. Suddenly there’s a Goddess, demanding absolute obedience and devotion from e v e r y b o d y, not one second hesitating to instantly leave behind her role of timid secretary, abused mom, or mediocre student, in her dull and frustrating land of 9-5. Now, a henpecked husband transforms himself into a cruel Master, relentlessly spanking noisy damsels in distress, without even touching one inch of skin. Macho men hop around in latex pampers, whipped by strict teenage moms afraid of whips. Vanilla authorities r groveling feminized under the boots of submissive housewives posing as Venus in Furs, and aunt Mary (who.....pssst...... actually is uncle John), sitting in front of her state of the art computer, is riding in full virtual riding gear, spurs and all, a hot shot general wearing his virtual hoof-boots with pride.
I wouldn't want to exclude here those realists, standing firmly in their shaky conviction, that feminine femdom, as described and lived by me, is not really possible, and at best only could be a real fantasy, but probably not even that. In their view a slave has always the possibility to say no, basta, i don't want this, etc etc. A slave should be allowed to protect him/herself by safewords, in case the glorious domme would lose her cool, or goes bonkers from ecstasy or something, during their weekend encounter in her tasteful and cozy dungeon. Yes true and real slavery there, and only there. To enslave someone can only be realized with full cooperation of the potential slave. Otherwise the prospect to enslave would arrogantly walk away, mercilessly leaving the domme behind. That's the reality dammit. And the only possible one at that. Sure, the fantasies of these poor d/s realists tell us a different story, but must be considered completely unreal, no matter the real frustration which comes with it, no matter the ongoing longing to fall into the hands of a woman like me. Their cultural prescribed and accepted roles leave them no other option than to franticly look for inconsistencies in my writings, to qualify same as ultra negative, to find the illogical in it, and to eliminate that gnawing feeling deep down hidden in their corrosive limbic system, that my world could eventually exist after all, completely without their consent, without following the rules of their precious patriarchal logic, and without any respect for common sense. (Oh that reminds me: U really should read -again- my blog: "Da rules & da Dommes". More realistic gems there.)
Should i take these people for real? Of cors i should! And i do! Like any other reality, the virtual reality is a reality pur sang. If only these idiots would refrain from harassing and annoying people whose life outside of Cyberspace is more or less the same as is presented by them in here, and who, unlike these twisted members of the reality cult, have no urge to prove how real they r. If only they would stop spamming the place with real stolen wisdom and really lousy poetry. If only they would stop their endless semi-philosophic discussions regarding their adventuress fantasies in bdsm-country , their fetish encounters in their local saturday night club, and their never ending personality growth, triggered by their silly journey to.......um........grrrrrrr......... not even their beloved bdsm gurus know where. Oh yeah………and also, if they only would skip these boring and banal declarations of real love. I mean, of really unreal, really fake, and really illusionary love. It would certainly make the online experience more real.
Alas, it will never happen. These fanatics of a one-dimensional reality, at best will occasionally be trying to think out of their narrow box, but will resist, at all costs, to leave the damn thing even for one second. The thing is tho, they don't believe they're really in a box. So why should they leave eh?
Sometimes, when sitting all alone at the beach, getting engulfed by Freud's "oceanisches Gefühl", for a fleeting moment i have a dream, a dream so splendid, so real, and so full of .................. ai no.....i won't do that to y'all, and spare u the rest.