I haven't posted in a long time. I've been stuck in a sort of a midway point between, "It's too esoteric to post, besides who am I that anyone would care about the strange things in my mind?" to "I wish there were people out there who could understand me in all the forms that I inhabit."
It's self defeating in that I'll never find those people because I just can't bring myself to tell all there is to tell about myself. What is it? Fear? Lack of trust? Am I still in the closet about certain things? That goes without saying.
Obviously, what you don't know is what's in that closet. Now, considering how I hint at things, some may think they know and can even guess, but most likely they'll be wrong. Well, some people might get lucky and guess correctly but I know that most will not. However, I want them to guess because if they guess correctly, then I know that I don't have to explain it if they don't get it. And explaining it is something I just don't want to have to do. Because, in the past, it has not lead to more understanding, it has just lead to more, "WTF? You're a fucking freak!"
Still a lot of PTSD, still a lot of fear. Yeah, I still hate rejection in some things. Especially the things that get closer to my core.
I'm finding once again, that I still have yet to find a community that I feel will accept me, care about me, support me, allow me to embrace and express myself in its hypersexual from, and even communally share that experience with me. Are there communities out there like that? It seems like there are but they don't seem all that accepting to me. Am I fooling myself into thinking that such things exist? It's really hard to know. I spent one day at Folsom Street Fair last September and one weekend at Mid-Atlantic-Leather Weekend (MAL) back in January, and it sure as hell give me the impression that they do exist. Despite the attention I got from some tourists at Folsom, I still walked away from those experiences not knowing anyone any better than I did before. I felt like I have essentially wandered through a convention of cliquishness and exclusivity that I couldn't conform to.
At MAL, I met a few amazing people, and made some acquaintances, but they drifted off, others, after meeting, severed their online connection to me. Confusing, frustrating, and sad. There is something wrong with me, I get it. I'm sorry. I really don't have a clue how to talk about it, what to talk about, who to talk to and where to go with it. And really, with no face-to-face, I'm at a loss.
I have so little connection, so little opportunity to travel and engage with others who share that life, being so isolated geographically from all of it, I've never been given a chance to really immerse myself fully, to really find myself, understand how it connects to me and what a lot of it really means. I'm still trying to strip off the old masks, tear down the old walls from the Mormon cult I grew up in. I've been isolated from everyone really; even in the cult I isolated myself from it as much as I could. Few friends in life, difficult to form new ones, social awkwardness seemed to be the defining factor in all things. And in isolation, social and physical, I ended up developing my own ideas and eccentricities about the way I view life and sexuality. And even the closest community that I found that aligns with mine, the gay/leather/kink/BDSM communities, which seem to be steeped in its own dogma of identity, that it shuts me out for not conforming. Confusing, frustrating and sad.
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