
at the end we had a little bite, i ate a grilled chicken skewer walking through hundreds of thousands of participating spectators and came home slept for a number of hours and woke up again and had food. food that makes everything okay. at a full stomach one wonders, what was that? caged, controlled, self expression of choice (deviance)? wild wild. there were live acts of eating (consumption of objects other than food). wild. wild. good.
such events make you realise how "normal" you are. to get hassled for a little but of deviance compared to this, boring.
i imagine that to achieve absolute freedom, liberation of body and soul, or to get closer to that, myself, i have to surrender to a person or two, tie me up face down to a standing cross, naked, and spank me in front of hundreds of thousands of participating spectators. sheesh, that would be amazing. not sexual, i do not think, but i imagine, liberating. maybe next year. if i had the guts. total liberation is scary!
food is safe.
san francisco is amazing.
BDSM, maybe next time.
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