Evil Impulse

Two men are enjoying a romantic dinner and, unexpectedly, it takes a delightful turn into the darker passions of cruelty and the joy of administering pain to one who will accept it. This demonstrates an explicit negotiation of consent container, ritual, practice. From the lofty towers of our highly polished personas, it is seldom easy to admit to one’s desire to hurt another; to rule over our comrades. Of course it is difficult; we are survivors of a war-game that has been played since our births. We have had little choice but to fight back against the wills of our gods, fathers, bullies on playgrounds, and authorities who might have extinguished our boyish vulnerabilities had we not buried them deeply within the walls of our psyches. We do our best to present a wholesome, likable chap on the outside; however, to be sure, a war has taken place, and we have likely the resultant fractures from even our own conscious selves. In the corners of our unsocialized minds, each of us har