SCC & RACK- What Are They?
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Posted:Aug 29, 2023 2:52 am
Last Updated:Aug 30, 2023 1:41 am 9514 Views
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SSC is an initialism for Safe Sane Consensual.
RACK is an acronym for Risk Aware Consensual Kink.
Both of these terms are about practicing BDSM safely. They are terms used widely in the community to promote education and awareness. If you’re vetting a playmate asking them about these terms, and how they implement them, is an important part of the vetting process.
Both of these terms emphasize consent. Consent means that every party involved in a scene, and every party exposed to a scene are offering uncoerced consent to be part of the scene.
So they sound alike, what’s the difference?
In a colloquial sense, there isn’t much difference. You’ll probably hear them used interchangeably. However, the main difference between the two is that RACK is thought the better recognize the inherent danger in certain activities and supports engaging in such activities when the risks are understood and precautions are taken to minimize the risks.
Take breath play for example. There is no way to engage in breath play with 100% safety because even if you are perfectly educated about proper technique there is always the very low risk that someone has a pre-existing condition they don’t know about that is triggered by the breath play, creating a medical emergency. RACK recognizes the inherent risk in certain behaviors. RACK is about minimizing that risk, and taking precautions where applicable (for example: having a knife/shears nearby when you are restraining with rope/tape in the case of emergency) but not steering clear of the activities altogether.
You can compare this to driving. There is no way to drive with 100% safety. You can take precautions to minimize risk, such as obeying stop signs, abiding by the speed limit, and wearing a seat belt, but there will always be factors out of your control.
Does that mean SSC is wrong? NO!
First off, SSC is open to interpretation. There is no saying that ’Safe’ means 100% safe. Perhaps there really is no such thing, to begin with anyway. SSC, on the other hand, DOES promote the practice of ’Sane’ kink. That implies things RACK doesn’t. Sane kink means that both parties are capable of making rational decisions and offering consent. It recognizes that someone so far into subspace that they cannot recall simple facts like their name, cannot offer consent. It recognizes the very real existence of abusers and sociopaths, who though able to offer consent are not sane and therefore unsafe to engage with.
Both of these terms are important, and they both have a place in our community. Know that they are, and what they mean. Learn how to implement them, and then make sure your partners and playmates do the same! Play safe everyone!
pleasurewhore~
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It’s A Beautiful Morning
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Posted:Aug 27, 2023 4:51 am
Last Updated:Jan 26, 2024 6:50 am 9408 Views
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~ Walking along the beach this morning I realized some thing, I am very grateful. I need to begin my day with an attitude of gratitude.
Things can only get better from there on. I hope you all have a lovely Sunday. As it’s the last one of August. The summer seemed to fly by this year.☀️👙😎
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Being Submissive
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Posted:Aug 25, 2023 4:28 am
Last Updated:Sep 9, 2023 8:15 pm 9529 Views
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Being submissive, to me, isn’t a choice. I didn’t choose for my earliest sexual fantasies to include being restrained, punished, or controlled. You’re submissive whether or not you have a Dom/me or Sir or Master. You’re submissive even if you have a long-distance D/s relationship. You’re submissive even if your D/s isn’t 24-7. You’re submissive even if you’re alone with your thoughts. You’re submissive whether or not you fight it, feel good about it, or bad about it. I’ve done all those things. If you are submissive, you just are. And just own it.
~Unknown
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His Hands...
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Posted:Aug 24, 2023 5:06 am
Last Updated:Feb 23, 2024 2:23 am 9217 Views
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His hands. That was the first thing she noticed about him. He had long fingers that were slightly calloused. The skin bore the marks of a man who worked hard. Her eyes focused on his hands as he talked. She listened as he talked about his job, his favorite artists, his favorite bands, his favorite writers, his crazy stories about traveling, and, his family. She watched him talk with his hands, effortlessly moving them as he spoke, unaware of how they affected her. She was lost in her thoughts, wondering how they would feel on her skin, moving across her face, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples, squeezing her ass, rubbing her now-drenched sex. Suddenly, he reached across the table and touched her hand, jolting her back to the conversation. She was so surprised at how soft his hands were when he touched her. “Are you ready, sweetheart?” She was.
~M
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The Heart
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Posted:Aug 22, 2023 4:39 am
Last Updated:Feb 23, 2024 2:26 am 9357 Views
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Most everyone has experienced at least one heart-wrenching relationship that ended too soon or not soon enough. That left them deeply aching in the center of their chest where a loving, beating, beautiful unscathed heart used to rest. Days pass and there are tears. There are regrets and the red flags come marching, parading thru your nightmares like a knife. You wake in a lovely haze forgetting for mere moments that you are still broken. That you are alone. That your heart is so mangled with the trauma that there's no inconceivable way it's ever going be ok....then it so cruelly comes rushing back. Flooded by feelings over again.
Days pass and even more... and sometimes it's years. It becomes easier to close yourself off and quietly pack away the remains of your heart than even bear the thought of opening it back to someone. People come. People leave and it isn't even like you're trying to disguise the lack of complete feeling you've been left with. The numbness and they see it. They see it in your eyes and you know they see it. They hear it in your voice. They ask if you're ok and you say yes, but they know...
This is how some people stay. They get lost in it. Settle into it, like a new skin. Consumed by it. They mourn it, crawl around in it while taking every single painful memory in their hands...trying to reshape it. Make sense of it. Until they realize there's no sense to be made.
And then they wake from this hibernation. To rejoin the living. They decide to fight for themselves. To take back what was taken. They practice self-care and they eat. They drink water. They pray and they meditate and they are gentle with their body. They show grace and forgiveness to themselves. Of their choices. They mend friendships. They find a hobby. They write. They sunbathe just to feel the sun on their skin. They drive without destinations. They laugh. They do the things they once loved and stopped doing for someone else. Realizing in retrospect they emptied so much of their soul out into someone that was never going to be full until they, were completely and utterly empty.
You press on. If only in the motions. Heart memory is like muscle memory...It quickly starts to remember. Your heart starts to feel. To beat steadily. If only you let it. It starts to love again. Not someone else, but for the sheer hope of happiness, peace, and light filling your days again. You find a renewed love for the simplistic and mundane.
Then somehow after that time. that pain. the "my heart will never be able to go thru that again" it forgets. Or forgives. It fades. You find it open to every possibility. It doesn't scare the fuck out of you anymore. The closeness, Openness. Bearing your soul. The possibility of another heartbreak. It is resilient. The heart is the most resilient creature and the most fragile, but most of it's built for love. It will always be built for love.
~her-reconciled-heart
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The Most Addictive Drug
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Posted:Aug 19, 2023 12:54 am
Last Updated:Sep 13, 2023 7:48 pm 10424 Views
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Someone asked me to describe love, and all I could think about was the way his lips curled into a smile when I said something childish. She asked me to tell her what love felt like, and all I could think about was his arms around me, holding me tight, making sure I didn’t fall apart. She asked me what being in love was like, and all I could think about was sitting in the car listening to him sing, and coming to the conclusion that I wanted to hear his voice for the rest of my life. She asked me what love was, and I told her that it was the way your heart yearns for a person, the way your body jumps at the mere thought of the person, the way your eyes shine as you see the person walking toward you. I told her that love is the most addictive drug there is, but that the high is worth it.
**Author Unknown
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~Art Break
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Posted:Aug 14, 2023 3:44 am
Last Updated:Aug 22, 2023 3:47 am 10286 Views
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Artist: Matthew Hansel
"Balance Fails To Seduce Those Who Find Pleasure In The Fall", 2023
(Oil and flash paint on canvas)
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Sunrise, Sunrise
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Posted:Aug 13, 2023 2:05 am
Last Updated:Sep 9, 2023 1:27 am 10933 Views
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Photo By : Me
“A night can never defeat the sunrise.”
~Sumit Sharma
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