Back at Bond Street, there I gave a Mindfucks presentation. It went well, and afterward, Master Jim met me in the lobby, and asked “Flagg, how can someone who knows you- trusts you enough to play with you- ever be really scared? I mean, with a knife… they know you are not going to kill them. How can they really be scared?”

I use Innuendo for personal, life effecting stuff; I intend to use this LJ as a BDSM/ Scene communication tool/ journal. So, predictably, the very first thing I want to write about falls squarely between the two.

So, I’ll post it on Innuendo . It at least gives me the illusion of keeping these things… “discreet”? I suppose because Innuendo is my site, my domain- I figure there I can post any damn thing I want, and it won’t automatically show up on someone else’s friends list. Nobody has to read it if they don’t want to.

If you are on the elist I run – Absolute BDSM– you have already seen this, in pretty much this form. If not, you are welcome to take a look- but it’s more personal than most LJ chatter, and I think I should keep that division.

Everybody here is a big kid. I figure you can all draw whatever lines you want to, and ride whatever ride you are tall enough for.

I thought about it a second, and said the only thing that could really explain something much bigger- and much darker- than I was ready to try to explain.

“Jim’ I said, “You have to mean it.”