The most elusive knowledge of all is self-knowledge.

~Mirra Komarovsky

…it’s just fantasy!

For me, as I’ve said many times before and will continue to say forever and a day, there is a big difference between fantasy and reality. Know what I mean, jelly bean?

I have a theory which goes something like this:

Most intelligent people have very wicked fantasies that have absolutely nothing to do with who they are in their everyday lives (including their sexual lives). It’s what gets them from here to there when they are masturbating. Some people are very good at forgetting the fantasy once they’ve reached “there,” never even thinking about that dark journey until the next time they are itching for some relief. It is a cycle that continues over and over. (The clinker is that because they are innocent in their minds, they are free to judge others.)

Anyway, that’s kind of the gist of it.

This is on my mind today because a PSO confided in me that a “pedophile” had called her. When she described the conversation, it was clear that this caller could not be labeled, by any stretch of the imagination (or her lack of imagination), as a child molester as his fantasy was about maternal domination. In other words, he was the child in his fantasies. Talk about mixing apples and oranges. Sigh. As Forrest’s mother told him, “Stupid is as stupid does.”

(Which reminds me of the time I described someone to my secretary as a “bigot.” Her eyes got real big and–I kid you not!–she said, “Oh my! How many wives does he have?”)

We can psychoanalyze fantasies from now until doomsday. The bottom line is that fantasies fulfill needs. We don’t need to know the Freudian explanation for each fetish and kink that comes along. The point is that they just aren’t about everyday living.

For example, many women (I am not one of them–so don’t even try it.) fantasize about being raped, but that doesn’t mean they want some greasy punk to pull a knife and abuse and violate them. The fantasy and the reality are two different animals.

Age play (as are most fantasies–in one way or another) is about the power exchange. It is a mind-fuck. Nothing more, nothing less.

Now go to bed and dream of electric sheep.

…in garter belts and stockings.

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