Why BDSM and not Vanilla.

by Richard Wolf on Monday, August 15, 2011 at 3:39pm

Just reading an old bestseller .. called "Games People Play" by Dr. Eric Berne He mentions the fact that infants who are not "stroked" will eventually die. Then he goes on to mention that this phenomenon exists in adults too. If we are not 'stroked' (receive some intimacy) over a long period of time we suffer from "intimacy hunger" or "intimacy starvation". He claims that this need can evolve in various ways . Some people need attention at any cost. Some people become very rebellious. All people require "transactions". Transactions can differ widely. The principle that emerges is that any "transaction" is superior to no transaction at all. Experiments show that "gentle handling and electric shocks were equally effective in promoting the health of animals"
Can you see what I see in the direction this could take. He doesnt say it .. they didnt have the guts or the experience back in the 1970s but he hints that things like rough sex and sado-masochistic behavior may be very effective in meeting some peoples very real NEED to be stroked. He suggests that intimacy starvation may occur as an infant, a child or an adult but that the solution requires much stronger stimulus than if no intimacy starvation had ever happened. .... Hmmm very interesting. Many people have asked me and I have asked the question myself .. why do we gravitate to BDSM. .. I wonder if this has something to do with it.

Too .. evolutionary psychology approaches this with the attitude that it is a natural instinctual behavior that is survival oriented. Males are dominant to control as many females as possible. Females are submissive to survive aggressive males. Those that learn to love it .. survive better. ..And cross wiring is not infrequent ..(may be present in all of us) because of the genetic mixing.
Max.

What do you think?

MORNING WOOD!
Get ready... this is quite possibly one of the funniest true stories I've read in a long while! No matter how many times I read it, I still can't keep the tears away!!!
I caution the weak of heart before reading today's joke... you know who you are... so you might as well hit the "delete" key now...
(The author is responding to a woman who accidentally walked into the men's restroom):
Please don't feel bad. It wasn't you entering the men's washroom that caused that guy to pee on the guy next to him. Hell, we do that all the time. It's rare us guys ever hit what we're aiming for. Sometimes I go into the washroom, start to pee, and then just start spinning around; just so I'll make sure I hit something.
You see, something you ladies should understand by now is that men's penises have a mind of their own. A guy can go into a bathroom stall because all the urinals are being used, take perfect aim at the toilet, and his penis will still manage to piss all over the toilet paper, down his left pant leg, and onto his shoe. I'm telling 'ya those little buggers can't be trusted.
After being married 28 years my wife has me trained. I'm no longer allowed to pee like a man - standing up. I am required to sit down and pee. She has convinced me that this is a small price to pay. Otherwise, if she had gone to the toilet one more time at night and either sat on a pee soaked toiled seat, or fell right into the toiled because I forgot to put the seat down, she was going to kill me in my sleep.
Now another thing us guys don't usually like to talk about, but because you and I have become such good friends and you think I'm such a classy guy, I might as well be candid with you because it's a real problem, and you ladies need to be understanding about it. It's the dreaded "morning wood".
Most mornings us guys wake up with two things. A tremendous desire to pee, and a penis so hard you could cut diamonds with it. Well, no matter how hard you try, you can't get that thing to bend, and if it won't bend, you can't aim, well hell, if you can't aim you have no choice but to piss all over the wall paper and that damn fuzzy toilet seat cover you women insist on putting on the toilet.
And by the way, when you use those damn fuzzy toilet seat covers, the friggin' toilet seat won't stay up by itself. So that means we have to use one hand to hold up the toilet seat and the other hand to try to control our less than perfect aim. Now sometimes, when you're newly married, (and I know the guys in here will back me up on this) you think you can get the toilet seat with that damn fuzzy think to stay up. You jam it back and compress that fuzzy thing until the seat stays there. OK, so you start to pee, but then that compressed fuzzy starts to decompress and without warning that damn toilet seat comes flying down and tries to whack off your weenie. So us guys will not lift a toilet seat with a fuzzy, it's just not safe.
I tried to delicately explain this morning situation to my wife, I told her... look, it won't bend. She said, "so sit down like I told you to do all the rest of the time."
OK. I tried sitting down on the toilet with "morning wood". Well it's very hard to get it bent under the toilet seat, and before I could manage it, I had pissed all over the bath towels hanging on the wall across the room. Now, even if you are siting down and you can get it forced down under the toilet seat, when you start to pee the pee shoots out from the crack between the bottom of the toilet seat and the top of the bowl. You piss all over the back of your knees and it runs down the back of our legs on to that matching fuzzy horseshoe rug you keep putting on the floor in front of the toilet.
I have found the only effective maneuver to deal with this morning urinary dilemma is to assume the flying Superman position laying over the toilet seat. This takes a great deal of practice, perfect balance, and split time precision but it's the only sure way to get all the pee in the bowl during the first morning pee. So you ladies have to understand that us men are not totally to blame. We are sensitive to your concerns about hygiene and bathroom cleanliness, but there are times when things just get beyond our control. It's not our fault, it's just Mother Nature.