What Goes Around Comes Around

In a very small house in the meadow, lived a happy family of rabbits. The lovely family was made up of mother rabbit, father rabbit, the oldest sibling, Peter, and his younger siblings. During an ordinary evening, while the family was getting everything ready for dinner a tragic event took place. Mother rabbit and father rabbit were preparing a carrot based dinner and Peter and his siblings were waiting at the table when suddenly, two yellow bright eyes appeared on the window. “Go hide now and don’t make any noise”, yelled father rabbit. Every member of the family quickly went to hide, but for most of the family it was useless. A big, hungry coyote took down the door of their little house and without any trouble found and ate every rabbit except Peter, who the coyote didn’t manage to find. Suddenly, from one second to another, there was Peter, all alone in his hiding place, with no family left. He stayed there for weeks, without eating or sleeping, until one day he started thinking. “Why does it has to be this way?”, he wondered. “I refuse to keep being seen as the prey.”

One day, Peter reunited the whole rabbit community and explained to them that it was time for them to take action. Everyone agreed without thinking it twice. The problem was that they thought themselves as weak, and though they didn’t stand a chance against their predators. The words spoken that day by Peter started spreading around. All kinds of animals that were preys too started to hear about what Peter was trying to do and a desire to join this movement that started to grow in them. Birds, rabbits, deer, mice, elephants, zebras and many other kinds of animals started to gather now and then to discuss this topic. They gathered by the lake so that even fish could listen. They would work together and defend each other as if they were the same species. Every animal used their special skill to defend the rest. They realized that together they were stronger than they thought. Everything was going great, all types of animals working together to help and protect each other, but things started to get out of hand. They reached a point where they were doing too much damage. They did not only protect themselves, but also started to harm and even kill other animals that used to be their predators. Some animals even started to torture whole families of predator species without remorse. Suddenly they realized they had become exactly what they were fighting against in the first place. Things were out of control and even the lions, bears, coyotes and other strong animals were afraid of them and feared for their families. “We’ve become what we feared, we’ve become what we hate.” realized the animals that used to be preys. Peter, the same rabbit who had started the revolution, felt responsible. Finally, he decided to go talk to a coyote, which was the hardest decision of his life, since a coyote was actually responsible for what happened to his family and the reason he started the revolution in the first place. At first they both felt scared of each other, but then Peter had the courage to tell the coyote that he felt extremely sorry for what happened, but he also explained the reason why he started the revolution in the first place, so the coyote realized that he and the other predators were part of the problem, so he talked to them and they also agreed and understood their reasons, so then preys and predators got together to discuss the problem and agreed that the solution to the problem was mutual respect, so they made a pact where they would not harm each other and everything was solved.

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Helping Newbies Without Being Labeled "Predatory"

DaddyO's BDSM

by DaddyO


Despite the criticism of countless newbies that munches are cliquish and "no one approached or talked with them" I am often criticized for trying to help those same people enter into the local scene.


No wonder established kinksters keep to cliquish groups and don't engage with newcomers!


The word "predatory" is often evoked.


My outgoing, open, honest and friendly behavior is interpreted as "pouncing" on newbies for play opportunities. And this "pouncing" is seen as somehow hurtful to the newbie and beneficial only to me.


I assist people of all genders, sexes, D/s roles, relationship statuses and orientations in many different ways to enter into the scene. I introduce them to dungeon owners, riggers, people with shared interests, as well as other leaders in the community.


If they show an interest in exploring bottom/ babygirl/ submissive/ masochist/ sensation slut roles, one of those resources to give is to inform them of the services and availability of local Daddies, Doms, Tops and Reaction Junkies. Well I happen to be all of those!


For what it's worth there are countless other times I associate with people and the topic of play with me never comes up.


Still, when I offer this information, it quite often is going to be seen by those less extroverted as "predatory" because it quite often does benefit me. But that it benefits me doesn't dictate that it automatically is injurious or the newbie is taken advantage of. Quite the contrary. My Daddy and protector instinct is not going to allow that.


I am undoubtedly one of the most extroverted people in the local scene, therefore there will always be many people who see me this way.


But I am not making excuses, I do have a fetish for flirting as well as "introducing newbies into the scene" so even if the question of play does not directly get mentioned, the very act of helping a newbie get his or her feet acclimated into our local scene is a sort of "play" for me.


But what about my invitations to head over to Club Privata right after the munch? How is that not predatory?


Well they're not usually invitations to play. They are invitations for the newbie to observe and get acquainted with the local kinksters in their natural habitat.


Think of the munch as a trip to the zoo and Club Privata like a safari in the wild.


So yeah, it is a jungle out there but I hope for the most part I can be seen as the warm protective teddy bear rather than the predatory grizzly from now on.

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The Lady With The Tragic Past

I met her in a therapy group,
The woman who had the tragic past,
She spoke with lots of knowledge
On things like 'self esteem' and 'well being',
And I thought to myself,
'Wow, she really has it all together now',
I thought, 'You would never know',
She worked for a support line in the local town,
And everyone looked up to her...


She often spoke of predators of a sexual kind,
Mostly when someone spoke up in the group
About a bad experience,
Like about when they were 10 and played doctor with their siblings,
Or when they touched an intimate part of their body,
With another child in their age group,
And the wise woman with the tragic past
Would always be remind them of how bad
The other person was,
And this freed the group member of guilt,
And soon they would join the wise woman
With the terribly tragic past in her mission.


One day a member of the group spoke up
About how her parents taught her what oral sex was,
She said it confused her terribly,
And the wise woman with the tragic past stood up,
And became indignant about such awful parents,
How dare they confuse and abuse their 13 year old child
Without permission from the moral majority
And status quo of prominent psychotherapists in the town,
And the police were called immediately to arrest the predators,
And everyone felt a little sorry,
And the group member felt ashamed to have such horrid parents,
Now under the impression that they didn't really love her,
But that they just pretended to.


The wise lady with the tragic past would do that,
She would be there like a dear protector,
She took it on as a mission in life to get every last predator,
And with her experience and grand knowledge about abuse,
There was never a need for her to see proof about a predator,
She knew what other's intentions were without them knowing,
Because she just knew exactly what a predator was,
She didn't have to ask,
Everyone knew she knew,
And everyone trusted her judgement.


Once, when I was 6 I fell off my bicycle
And hit my head on a rock during a race with other kids,
I passed out and woke up on the neighbor's couch
With an ice pack on my head, and people around me,
All very happy to see me awaken and be ok,
And there were no predators that I can remember,
But there wasn't anyone like the lady with the tragic past there either,
And everything turned out ok,
I was better the next day, riding my bike down the driveway
In the same way I had the day before,
Having lots of fun like kids do,
And now I wonder if I would have ever got on the bike again
If the wise lady with the tragic past had been there.


Takes one to know one maybe.


10:22 PM 5/8/2013

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When the abused becomes predatory without even realizing it.


one day i sat too long staring at the sun.. looking into that blinding light i saw my destiny fly from it.. a great hawk whose claws shred my eyes as they 

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