Healing Pain With Pain
When BDSM became my remedy
— Woman leaves verbally abusive marriage; finds refuge in sexual domination and spanking.
Any psychotherapist would surely have a lot of fun with me.
But I don’t need someone to tell me about my daddy issues. I know all about my daddy issues…
That’s how I plan to open my first stand-up comedy set (TBA). Because I do see the obvious irony in my story: Why the hell would someone, especially after living through years of emotional abuse, decide to nosedive into the world of BDSM and willingly let themselves be beaten blue?
I use the term nosedive because I didn’t exactly dip my toes in. I went deep. Real deep.
— How deep? you ask.
I burned myself in my own flame
The time I let myself be tied by the wrists to the ceiling of a dungeon, whipped bloody, electrocuted, and literally lit on fire by an ex-military interrogator (from a country I won’t mention, but one that isn’t known for sending their hostages home with their heads still attached) might deserve a story of its own…
— That’s how deep.
