Initially, I was going to write this as a Monty Python style blog.
What have the Professionals ever done for us?
Well, apart from better sanitation and medicine and education and irrigation and public health and roads and a freshwater system and baths and public order… no wait, that was Romans.
I was reading yet-another bitching-about-Findom thread the other day.
It’s kinda sobering the lack of self awareness some of these guys have.
It has happened, but it’s very rare I get cold contacted by a Findom – and – I’ll usually be polite unless she fails to take the, well, hint, that handing over money to someone random is most certainly not my kink.
I’ve heard this call a lot over the years. Recently a couple of threads on Twitter and Fetlife have prompted me to this mini burst.
Without addressing any specific points.
There’s no such thing as free
I’m going to address this by talking about some of the experiences of myself and my wife and arguably some of the others I’ve played with without tribute.
Why is it always about money?
aka – Pro-Shaming
“Where are all the women?” has been a lowly battle cry since the dawn of the internet.
It’s like the desperate mating call from the male who never leaves his house and is too tight to sign up for a dating site.
Add in some cliche about an unfair ratio or about how “nice guys finish last” and it’s complete.