I already mentioned that at times I feel as if I’m a man on a mission trying to bring fetish into the mainstream. Many people don’t understand the allure of even the simple pleasure of a man be dominated by a woman. They say to themselves why would anyone enjoy being verbally abused and put down, the way say the Balkan Brat Dom does to her cuckold of a husband.

The hypocrisy is so thick, it almost makes one sick to think how convinced so-called normal folks are about their normalcy. I’ve always been of the belief that regardless of the eons of evolution that has brought us to the current state of being human, most of us live on the edge of insanity all the same. Just think of how edgy you get if for some reason you have to eat dinner late or miss some sleep and you’ll know civilized society is a product of luxury.

Most of us faced with actual matters of survival soon loose our polite veneer. In the examples, I’ve just given most of us are fortunate enough to know that we aren’t going to die of starvation and we’ll probably get a decent sleep the next night tucked warm and protected in our soft beds. Yet even temporary deprivation leads to aggressive behavior, an inability to concentrate, nervousness and anxiety.

Some BDSM practitioners say that’s the point of their sexual exploits. They want experiment with the limits of their endurance to pain and discomfort. They want to know how long they can go before breaking. That’s on the side of the submissive, while the dominants learn how to be in control in a world that is otherwise out of control. They explore the darker, powerful side lurking in the hearts of most men and women.

I just read an article in the Washington Post that sums up well the fact that many individuals, who would never think of flogging a loved one, still enjoy watching someone else squirm. It was a synopsis of the latest episode of that infamous reality show American Idol. It describes it as, “Early audition episodes on “American Idol” are the torture camp of show business.”

I watched last night and it’s true that the judges are borderline sadistic while many of the contestants definitely must have a masochistic streak. That said the colorful wannabes mostly seem like freaks. Therefore, it doesn’t solve my problem. Most of us laugh at them because we convince ourselves we’re nothing like them. Then again, maybe it proves a point. Even normal when given a chance likes to make crazy its bitch.