The true identity of Alter Ego

Welcome to my blog. I am Alter Ego, and this is the nickname for my alter ego. There is no other identity to it. It is just a reference to the fact I can not reveal my true identity here, because I am dominant, or Dom, as classified by BDSM terminology.

Perhaps some of you agree that BDSM is not really the best ice breaker on parties, unless it is one where everyone is wearing a t-shirt that says "I am sub" or "I am Dom". Others may say "Why not? We live in the 21st century. Everyone should have the freedom to show his/her interests!"

But you have to realize that not all of us live in the same space and time bubble. Reality has many faces, and as human beings we have learned to divide between fantasy and reality. If our regular society is the reality, well, BDSM must be fantasy, right? Sometimes I wish it was that simple.

BDSM is an insider topic. It is something you simply don't get when you hear about it for the first time. After studying it for so many years, I still learn about it every day. It is not an exclusive field, disclosed to anyone but a few enlightened ones. But it does require some research before you really can come beyond a stage of vague assumptions and simplifying concepts.

Prejudice and misconceptions are just one side of the problem. In my personal case, my heritage and reputation in business and among friends and family would seriously suffer if I would reveal my true identity here.

I can't change the fact people have a narrow mind and some people don't accept that we all have various choices for living our life. There's not one way only, dictated by an outdated society model, kind of a second coming of fifties home-and-family values, floating on a new wave of prudery.

Yes, I'm harsh with the vanilla world, but I don't think it's without reason. I love the word vanilla. It describes so aptly what people who follow an BDSM interest classified, again, as bland and colorless, sweet but simple -- the very opposite of what makes life exciting. Vanilla is a nice taste, but it's not hot. Nobody hates vanilla. But I don't believe anyone has a deep craving for vanilla either.

Now, chocolate, that is a different matter. Aside of the few people who don't like chocolate, particularly among women (throw your stones here now) -- do you know a single woman who doesn't crave chocolate?

Those of you who like chocolate most likely also love sex. I know, also vanilla people like sex. We all do, right? We wouldn't be normal if we wouldn't want sex, because we all have been taught we have to love it, no matter how bland and tasteless it can be.

Millions of you linger and float aimlessly in your vanilla marriages, never exposing an alter ego of your mind, your delicate and most deliciously wicked thoughts. You wouldn't dream showing your partners even the slightest glimpse of what is going on in your brain when you let it explore your innermost fantasies. And yet, the fire is burning inside. While not everyone of you might have the worst sex-life, initiated with the precision of a clockwork once a week, with turned off lights, clean sheets soaking your sweat while you're getting over with it; I can almost grant you there is not a single married woman or man out there who never had a fantasy, we have just trained ourselves to suppress them.

We are more than one and nobody should reduce us to just one single aspect of our personality. We live life as growing beings, changing and learning constantly. We are exploring many facets of interests. Even the darkest or cheeriest, coyest or most assertive ones among us, aren't shy to live out their individuality to the fullest. Individuality is a contradiction in itself: What defines us as individuals is the complexity of our personal evolution. It is what ties us into a single person that separates us one from another.

This blog is my personal place for thoughts and learnings. Call it a public notebook, a repository for my thoughts, to be shared with others and perhaps an egocentric hub for reflections of my anima, which is latin for soul. It also is the heritage of animal.

Take my Alter Ego as a little trick, a provisory workaround solution, until society has changed its mind and started accepting the fact that in the bottom of our soul, we all live by our genes, allured by pheromones, driven by craves, haunted by desires and we all are more than what we show.