Edward Volkl

Coffee Aficionado, Podcaster, Poet, Writer, Advocate Of Everything Kinktastic & Sharing My Passion In A Positive, Uplifting Space.

Fetish Friday - Exhibitionism And Voyeurism. An eye with a golden light peeking through a keyhole.

Fetish Friday: Exhibitionism And Voyeurism

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Exhibitionism and voyeurism are not new curiosities. They have been stitched into the fabric of sexuality for generations, shifting shape as culture and technology evolve. Some chase the high of being seen. Others crave the charge of watching. These are not fringe fixations. They are creative, layered, and often deeply personal. Looking at how they show up today reveals just how many people are finding new ways to express desire, kink, and boldness on their terms.

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Wordsmith Wednesday - Intimacy. A couple touching hands while toasting with red wine.

Intimacy is the Thing

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Intimacy is the Thing

You can fuck someone ten times a week and never touch the thing that aches behind their eyes,
The part they flinch from when brushing their own teeth in the mirror before work,
The word they cannot say but hear in their dreams, the silence they practice so well,
And none of it makes your hand on their thigh mean more than an echo in a hallway.

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Monday Minute - Defining Dominance A woman in a mask with a red background.

Monday Minute Defining Dominance

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This morning, bumbling around the internet waiting for a conference call to start led to discovering a blog post that had fifteen steps to becoming a dominant. It had advice like never take “no” for an answer ever. Can you imagine a date with this person who never takes no for an answer? Ick and DANGER! The post dragged on while creating a challenge.

How do you define dominance? Perhaps the simple, quick answer is leadership, but what does that mean? So the challenge today was setting a limit of ten rapid ideas to define leadership, in D/S.

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Wordsmith Wednesday - Quiet Exit. Lady Justice wrapped in barbed wire.

Quiet Exit

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Quiet Exit

They Came In The Morning, Long Before Light Touched The Fences,
Boots On Gravel, Loud But Somehow Hollow In Meaning.
A Mother Folded Her Child’s Jacket Without A Word,
The Silence Around Her Louder Than The Men In Uniform.
The Law Said Wait, The Law Said Process, But No One Stayed For It.
Even Mercy Wore A Badge And Refused To Meet Her Eyes.

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Monday Minute - Lessons Learned The word Lessons in blue marker and the word Learned in red marker

Monday Minute – Ten Lessons Learned

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No matter what it is in life, as we gain experience with something, there are lessons we learned along the way. Sometimes those little lessons that are acquired by experience, people keep inside and do not always share as though they are a secret or a bit of knowledge they feel must be learned the hard way, as they have learned them. Thinking back on some of the things discovered on my journey in D/S, some challenges could have been or should have been talked about rather than discovered. D/S is not a place where educational experiences should be withheld like a state secret. So with that in mind, here are ten thoughts to assist those who are newer or perhaps even give food for thought to the more experienced:

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Wordsmith Wednesday- Unfriendly Things. A riot fence with a fire burning.

Ashes on the Pavement

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Unfriendly Things

I wrote unfriendly things on diner napkins, left them where delusionists might find them.
The waitress asked if I wanted cream, but her voice cracked like morning ice.
On the TV, a senator blinked slow, mouthing rage that did not match the script.
I sipped the coffee, bitter as headlines, and stared at my reflection in the spoon.
Truth is, I hoped someone would read it and feel their throat tighten.

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