A relief, nothing more.

Two of the most dangerous mental processes are comparison and generalization. Comparing people or situations can be as useful as useless, as logical as incoherent, as fair as arbitrary. A poorly founded comparison leads to a "fallacy by false analogy" (I looked it up on the internet). As for generalizing and judging everyone equally, simply because they share some circumstance (such as their place of birth), the possibility of making a mistake and, therefore, offending someone is more easily predictable.

Although, seeing the society we are becoming...

I have stopped publishing for a few days due to my own need to reflect, perhaps because I was aware of having spoken about certain things without knowing (a user made me see it, which I appreciated from the heart). I do not pretend to be anything more than a relief. No one should think that I allow myself to speak from a platform that I have fabricated. Knowing myself, it would be too bold...

I have enjoyed reading the stories of many users a lot. And I thank everyone, and I recognize and value their courage to put into words what anonymity allows them. Because it is not cowardice to do so for that reason. On the contrary.

Because, just as I do not consider "outing" to be lawful or ethical, I also do not think it is obligatory for someone to give their name and surname to express something so intimate and personal, whether it is their desire to submit and possess, or their need to surrender and humiliate themselves before another.

Some stories (like several of mine, not to mention the one about the police officer brother-in-law...) exude morbidity, fantasy, desires to release a "other me", possibly trapped, hidden since always, since childhood, if I'm pushed. In these cases, I have felt even stupidly comforted, "Ah, others too", one usually clings to that nail.

Said like that, "I'm not the only one who would like to twist reality until turning it into a paradise where straight, macho husbands fuck you at the slightest opportunity and give free rein to their most hidden morbid desires, those they would never dare to carry out with their wives."

I do not know that world. I am unaware of the codes of the hetero world. At weddings, family events, or Christmas, I attend conversations between brothers, brothers-in-law, or work colleagues where I always end up wondering if in the world of "the machos" there are also (and it's not a matter of comparison) many whose fantasy makes them desire the sister-in-law, the friend of the woman, the waitress at the bar downstairs, or who knows...

But some of the stories I've read have opened my eyes wide (if by these is meant the ability to see beyond). My experiences until now had been... I would call them theatrical performances. However, let's be honest, the one who has climbed several steps has done so for a reason. Although they may not have climbed the entire staircase. To start with, no one ...