At some point, the uniform changed. The uniform, in fact, stopped being a uniform at all. It used to
At some point, the uniform changed. The uniform, in fact, stopped being a uniform at all. It used to be all leather and chains, studs and buckles, with maybe a bit of latex thrown in there for good measure. It was about making a statement, and making it as loud as you bloody could. I don’t know whether we’ve become more comfortable or more cowardly. No, cowardly is the wrong word. Private. We’re certainly less aggressively D/s than people were before. It isn’t necessarily something that defines you so much as something that you define. I’m throwing that ‘we’ around like it applies to everyone. I am not you, you are not me. But we might be the same, in a few things. I’ll eschew the Leather Daddy outfit for a suit, if it’s all the same. I’ll dress you up in polka dots and pearls, if you don’t mind all that much. There’ll be lace, but I’m not so sure about the leather. I don’t need to make a statement. At least, I don’t need to make one that everyone’s going to hear. I’m more than happy to speak in a whisper, against your neck, than a bang, fired into the air. Because this isn’t something that’s going to end any time soon. In fact, it’s just about got started. And the choices we make about what to wear and how to present ourselves are only testament to quite how many there are, and how broad the appeal has become. No longer is it merely the domain of the metal heads and the sadomasochists. It’s something for everyone. So dress however the fuck you want to dress. I couldn’t care less. -- source link
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