Hmm...this is a weird one for me.
When I first started out in BDSM, I was telling everyone who would listen what I liked to do...back then, I wasn't aware of the fact that some people just don't want to know
From these people, I just got a 'right...okay' and everything basically stayed the same as it had been before I opened my big trap
I learned, after that, to only discuss it if someone else brought it up first, but even then, it can potentially cause problems. Ten years ago, I had a penpal with whom I would talk dirty in conversation. We arranged for me to go down to stay with him for a fortnight, but the fucking cunt stood me up, and I was left stranded in London with no money as I'd been robbed
I had to get in touch with both my parents and his, to try and work out what I should do, and his mother went through the letters I'd sent him, in an attempt to find my parents' phone number. She told my parents that the letters were full of filth, which had sickened her. But my parents never asked me about it, or about what it might mean, if I was into this, or whatever. Which I'm kind of grateful for, as they would never have understood
On a slightly unrelated note, though, when I was raped about 6 months later, my mother declared it a 'punishment for turning your back on God' which hurt and disgusted me. My parents are not extremely strict with religion, but do disapprove of anything that doesn't fit in, like witchcraft, extreme metal, that sort of thing.
Although I have talked openly about BDSM with like minded friends in recent times, since meeting my master, I have been reluctant to do so. I am so happy just to discuss ideas and thoughts with him (and of course you guys on here
) that I feel I don't need it from elsewhere, if that makes any sense. I slept at my best mate's house one night during New Year, a mate with whom I have discussed certain aspects of my interests wihout actually going into detail about any of my relationships. He wanted a discussion about sex that night, and where I would have been fine discussing it before, I just clammed up, and was unable to share anything. He was hurt, because he felt maybe I couldn't trust him any more, but he also made it clear a short while back that he had feelings for me, which I will never be able to reciprocate, as we have always been too close to allow such feelings to creep in. I could never develop feelings for him, and when I gently refused his offer to cure the stress I was suffering in a sexual manner, he was really hurt, but I would not have been happy had I let him do as he wanted