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I’ve been thinking lately about Buddhism and how it intersects with BDSM.

On the surface, Buddhism doesn’t look anything at all like BDSM. Buddhism is all about meditating and being free from desire and doing Zen stuff, right? And BDSM is all chains and whips and dark, dank dungeons, with people moaning in lust or writhing in overstimulated ecstasy…

Except for how both of those generalizations are completely wrong.

BDSM does have dungeons, and there can be chains, whips and moaning… but dark and dank? That’s not very hygienic and I wouldn’t want to play in that sort of situation. ew. No, I’d like some light and fresh air flow, and while we’re at it I’d prefer nice clean sheets and sterilized silicone toys, too.

Let me tell you a bit about how Buddhism intersects with BDSM.

It’s so common as to be a trope that Buddhists are pacifists, impossible to rile, they never get upset and always have some Zen parable on the tips of their tongues. Guess how related tropes are to reality? Not very. Buddhism does not ask you to be passionless. Buddhism asks you not to be attached to your passions.

It’s a fine distinction: be passionate, but don’t be ruled by that passion.

When it comes to BDSM and Buddhism, there is no great gulf. In this moment, passion arises and motivates us to act. We act, the passion is spent, and we move on. If that passion moves us to come together (literally or figuratively), then so be it. In passion, you come to me and beg for what you need. In passion and compassion, I act and react to you, to my own passions, to the dynamic between us.

It is from my compassion that I move.

Even when what I move towards is BDSM, towards sadism or humiliation or lust. It arises from compassion and returns there at the end. And no, I am not some disconnected, passionless Zen yogi. Far from it. So come to me, and we’ll discuss passion and lust, and compassion and exactly how to express your deeply desperate need to cum for me.

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