Boundaries

I visited a bdsm club in Budapest. Nothing extra, it was just a usual weekday, no dress code. You could drink and talk with the others. It was a really uncomfortable experience for me. I thought the problem was that I went alone. Next time I’ll take my Turkish friend with me.

I wouldn’t consider myself as a prude person. So the dildos and the paintings didn’t embarrassed me. Nor the people who I would say were a bit exhibitionists. I think the problem was me. Let me explain.

There was this guy who started to talk to me. I didn’t feel comfortable in that conversation but I didn’t know what to say so I didn’t leave the guy. This couple of hours were a huge discovery about myself. As I look into my past I see a pattern here. It is really hard for me to say no. I had some problems with it in sexual situations also.

I don’t know where this is coming from. But I must set my boundaries.

Boundaries are important in all parts of life. And in bdsm it is a must.

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