I’m a 29-year-old single gay man with some major kinks: I’m into bondage (preferably inescapable), I’m into diapers, and I have a very subby fantasy life. I’m wondering how someone with my kinks should approach dating. Should I look for a partner in the usual ways and hope that I find someone open-minded? Or should I look mainly in kinky contexts?
I know that you’ve described diapers as “A Fetish Too Far.” I’d be happy to find someone who’s willing to get involved in some fairly serious bondage games and who isn’t freaked out by my wearing diapers when he’s not around. I doubt that an open relationship is the solution. Even if I had permission to play with others, I can’t imagine being in a really serious relationship without being able to share at least some of my fantasy life with my boyfriend. —Kinkster Needs Open-minded Type
You are so lucky that you’re gay, KNOT.
There are websites where you can advertise—Recon.com is a good place to start—and kinky spaces (leather bars, gay BDSM groups, pansexual kink community events, etc.) where you can hang out. But your odds of meeting a kinky or kink-tolerant partner even “in the usual ways” are much better than the average kinky straight guy’s odds. So put yourself out there in both arenas—the kink ones and the usual ones—and date and disclose, date and disclose, and then date and disclose some more. Diapers may be AFTF for some, but they won’t be deal-breakers for other diaper guys (they’re out there) or for a guy who loves you to bits and is willing to do anything for you (he’s out there, too).
I wonder if you have any familiarity with my particular twist. I’m female, early 40s, and I really like to watch. Seems pretty straightforward, but I’m not the classic voyeur. Everything I’ve read on voyeurism really emphasizes the eroticism of secretly watching others having sex, with the possibility of being discovered as part of the thrill. I’m not turned on by any of that. It sounds stressful to me. I want to watch, but I want the person I’m watching (always male in my fantasies) to know I’m watching. I want him to be looking right at me. I want to look into his eyes while he’s getting banged into next week, or masturbating like a fiend, all undone and out of control, and have him know I’m sitting there witnessing him fall apart into orgasm. Mmmmm. (I suspect this may be some expression of a power issue. Just maybe.)
But looking for someone to play along with me has been fruitless thus far. The one boyfriend I did bring it up with sat there and stared at me for so long that I dried right up and never mentioned it again. I ran an ad in the local online personals (M, M-F, M-M), outlining what I was interested in, thinking that with all the exhibitionists out there, surely someone would bite. Nothing. I did get a response, but it was from another woman. She wanted to know if I’d had any replies, and to ask if she could sit in if anyone took me up on my offer. Any ideas, Dan? —Opera Glasses
You told one boyfriend, you placed one ad. And then you gave up. Gee, here’s an idea: The human race would quickly die out if people into “normal” sex asked one person, took out one ad, and then, if they didn’t get a positive response, stopped asking and stopped advertising.
Look, OG, you told one person, he reacted badly, and… the conclusion you seem to have drawn from this experience is that you should never, ever risk telling anyone about your kink ever again. May I suggest an alternate conclusion? You told the wrong person. When you told him about your kink—your charming, harmless, intriguing kink—and he sat there like a stone, the correct response was not to wither under his gaze. The correct response was to flip him off and walk out.
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