the perverse smile

i remember what it's like growing up with thoughts of slavery. I used to feel like i was the strangest, most perverse creature to walk the earth. Well, clearly i still feel kind of odd on that account but not as much. It's funny how these days i log onto one or another web "community" and i see some of my friends who are online, i have met a lot of them, i know what they are like, what they do for a living and i know that they want to own a slave or be one. The perverse wear human clothes and have human hearts and they don't look so perverse anymore. A guy messaged me tonight with such kind words about the blog. It's nice when that happens, when links are created and the perverse smile at and recognise each other.