There is a moment of loss during the primal sexual experience, the loss of the thin veneer of civilisation. As far back as i can remember i can remember sexual confusion. When i was a teen, me and my friends would talk about sex and our experiences, i would tell them of my desires and experience and would hear “thats crazy” or “your an animal” but i thought that that was just sex.

It seems to me that the world we inhabit is so ‘evolved’ so ridiculously polite that sex is an escape, a devolution an embrace of deeper animal desires.

I could sum up the primal sexuality as fearless, natural and very connected.

I agree, its not a fetish, its a negation of all norms and conventions.

Why would you need to submit someone with ropes when you have a powerful physical and mental self?