Chapter
Eleven:
EVIL IS AS EVIL DOES.
The unusual length
and seeming gratuitously explicit previous two chapters wrote themselves
and I let it roll because I had a serious point to make. Consider the
situation of a handsome married man taken by four homosexuals around
four bars each packed with self-confessed sadists, seemingly grotesquely
dedicated to uninhibited sexuality ... and during three hours nowhere
at no time were any liberties taken. There are strict rules about such
things. Judge Rant may not know about them but in SM Communities anyone
who commits an act which is irresponsible or non-consensual is considered
to be a criminal. It's just a tragedy that The Law in Britain is not
wise enough to make the same distinction. The sequel to that first San
Francisco story (there have been several other visits since) is relevant
to what needs to be said next. After I'd had my wicked way with Malc
as a grand finale to his adventure we both got back into the clothes
we'd started the evening in and went upstairs to find Mike and Janie.
They'd waited up
for us. Malcolm was looking decidedly sheepish ... but Janie hugged
him soon as he appeared and said Thanks for giving Mike and the boys
such a wonderful evening. Then Mike drove us back to our hotel and
we slept through till noon. Over lunch the kids told us about the fabulous
time they'd had with Liza, Janie and Mikes' daughter. They'd arranged
to meet her again that evening and asked if we had any plans. I said
I thought we old folks would just take it easy. Suddenly Todd said Are
you two into Kinky Sex? There's nothing subtle about our Todd ... and
without waiting for a reply he went on Liza thinks her Ma and Pa might
be. I told her we know that you two get a lot of rumpo but we'd never
asked what sort. Well, if Rosanne Barr had been invented in 1983 she
might have come back with the right reply. I looked at Malc who shifted
uneasily on his chair ... but that might have been a physical problem
due to my grand finale last night rather than embarrassment. I heard
myself saying And how do you know we get a lot of Rumpo as you call
it? Aw come on, drawls Melanie like she's been to Yale for a semester
We only have to look at your faces over the breakfast table to know
if you've had it off the night before. Stop the world it's spinning
too fast, I thought. We've always made a point of being honest with
our kids, which has meant trouble since Melanie heard about the virgin
birth in Religious Education and asked the teacher if that was like
artificial insemination. Well at eight years old that can start people
talking. I certainly got some funny looks at the next Parent/Teacher
meeting.
No, but seriously,
coming in the middle of this particular learning experience for Malcolm
and me the kid's question came as a bit of a shock. Suddenly Malc says
Yes. We're into kinky sex .. at least kinky for want of a better description.
Wow great! says Todd, his sixteen year old eyes bright with admiration
What sort of kinks? I held my breath. That is for us to know and
you to find out, as your Aunt Ethel would surely say. We've always told
you to ask questions but we didn't promise to always give you answers,
right? Ask me again when you're eighteen. I'll be eighteen next month,
chirrups Melanie. On second thoughts ask me when you're twenty, he
tells Todd and until then keep your noses out of our private business.
We don't quiz you too closely about what you're finding out for yourselves.
We trust you ... and don't stop asking us questions. Then he says I'll
tell you something I didn't know till I read it somewhere: the word
education doesn't mean to be taught things ... it means to draw out
or perhaps it was find out. I happen to think it's important that people
are taught where to find the information, and it's wrong to prevent
people getting to that information. Censorship has been the name of
the game since the Christian Bishops burned the library at Alexandria
. The collected wisdom of the Ancient World was there and a lot of it
was lost for ever. Then all those monks beavering away editing things
out of the original gospels in the Dark Ages because they didn't agree
with them. Well, it's still going on!
Well, we all stared
at Daddy Bear ... and he shrugged suddenly and went back to munching
his home fries. I asked him What sort of kinky books have you been
reading to pick up that sort of opinion? Oh, there are still things
about me that you haven't found out yet, he twinkles. I stood up and
kissed him and as my fingers moved to tweak his nipples he grabbed my
hands very quickly and firmly.
Just to wrap up
the story ... our kids are both married now and as far as we know, happy.
Vera, as I said at the beginning, is notoriously still as active as
she wants to be and she's still streets ahead of many people with less
miles on the clock. As for Malc and I, we didn't find the kids moving
out was the end, but the beginning of something. Until last December's
court decision we were contented with our life. The process of writing
all this down ... well anyway, thinking it, saying it, writing it and
kicking it around; deciding what to include and what not to include
has helped us both come to terms with our opinions and our natures and
our confidence that even if the world judges us as being guilty of horrible
things we know we're not. We love our games and we love the people who
play them safely and sanely and of course consensually. Without mutual
consent you have a crime. If people play without responsibility it would
be nice to have the protection of the law ... but like regular health
checks for State Registered Prostitutes ... that's beyond our so-called
Civilized Society.
THE END