That c n c kink, you know, that thing young folks talk about these days. Heard ’em talking ’bout it down at the market. Sounds right peculiar to me. They call it, uh, consensual non-consent. What a mouthful!
My old ears, they don’t hear so good no more, but I heard enough. Seems like it’s some kind of game they play. One says no, but they really mean yes? Or maybe the other way around? Land sakes, it’s all a muddle to me. Back in my day, no meant no, and that was the end of it.
Now, I ain’t one to judge, but this c n c kink, this consensual non-consent, it just don’t sit right with me. Seems like a good way to get yourself in a heap of trouble. How you supposed to know what’s what if folks ain’t saying what they mean? Makes my head spin just thinkin’ about it.
- They say it is about trust.
- They say it is about fun.
- They say it is between adults.
- They say it is ok as long as everyone agrees.
Trust is important, sure as the sun rises in the east. But this here…this c n c kink, it sounds like a game of pretend. Like playin’ house, but with grown-up things. And grown-up things ain’t always fun and games. Sometimes, they’re serious. Real serious.
They got all these rules, these young’uns, with their c n c kink. Safe words, they call ’em. Like a password to make it all stop. But what if you forget the word? What if you can’t speak it? What if the other fella don’t listen? Too many “what ifs” for my liking.
Maybe I’m just an old fool, set in my ways. But I’ve seen a thing or two in my time. And I know that clear words, honest words, those are the best kind. If you mean yes, say yes. If you mean no, say no. None of this wishy-washy, maybe-yes-maybe-no business.
This c n c kink thing, this consensual non-consent, it’s like walkin’ on a frozen pond in springtime. You never know when the ice is gonna crack and send you plunge into the cold water. Might look solid on top, but underneath, who knows what’s lurkin’?
Now, these young folks, they say it’s all about control. Who’s in charge, who’s not. Like a tug-of-war, but with feelings and such. But in my book, control ain’t somethin’ you play games with. It is about respect, and that is about being clear with each other.
And they say it’s excitin’, this c n c kink. Gets the blood pumpin’, they say. Well, so does a good day’s work in the garden. Or chasin’ after a runaway chicken. There’s plenty of ways to get your heart racin’ without all this confusion.
I reckon they’ll do what they want, these young’uns. Always have, always will. But I hope they’re careful. I hope they think long and hard about this c n c kink, this consensual non-consent. It ain’t a game to be taken lightly, no sir.
They say it is a fantasy, a role-play thing. Like dressin’ up in costumes. But life ain’t a costume party. It’s real, and it can be messy. And when things get messy, you need to be able to say what you mean and mean what you say.
You ask me if i understand this c n c kink thing, and the truth is i do not. Maybe it is a new way, a different way. I do not know. But in my time, we valued honesty. We valued clear words. And we valued respect. Those things are timeless, I reckon. They don’t change with the fads and the fashions.
So, that’s my two cents on this c n c kink, this consensual non-consent business. Take it or leave it. I’m just an old woman, speakin’ her mind. Might not know much about these newfangled things, but I know right from wrong. And somethin’ about this just don’t feel quite right to me. Not one bit. I just hope that everyone is safe and careful.
It is important to be safe. It is important to be careful. It is important to say what you mean. I hope they remember that. I surely do hope that.
