DISCORDIAN BDSM

Discordianism is based on a sort of religion created in the 1950s by two bored young men in California with too much time to kill and too much classical education to be safe. It is the worship of Eris, goddess of discord and it is based on the not entirely unreasonable notion that the Universe is a cosmic prank and we had best learn to enjoy the joke.

The Discordian takes nothing seriously because he knows that nothing is meant to be taken seriously. For him, play is just that, a serious of actions that often take the form of weird mischief and unorthodox humor at the expense of either his sub or the more pompous of his fellow pervs.

So since play is really that, playing around, it can take the form of strange theater, an odd improvisation wherein the players suddenly take on roles that they did not intend to and an interrogation scene may suddenly turn into a political dialogue with the others in the dungeon being encouraged to chant, “Gag the bitch!”

Toys are often just that, dart guns with suction cups, toy bows and arrows, Nerf weapons, paddles with large bugs painted on them, Chinese finger traps for bondage, water pistols and Super Soakers.

The selection of a toy or bondage tech can be done by rolling dice or drawing cards. The random and the foolish is celebrated and the unexpected, such as the roof deciding to leak on the bound, naked body of the sub when it rains, greeted with joy.

Formality is ridiculed and held in contempt and the sub may be trained to pick the pockets of Formalists and switch their wallets with the knowledge of the surprise that awaits them when they get home. Or, in the case of a really obnoxious Old Guard dom, pouring itching powder down his back will cure him of his pomposity.

When Discordian BDSMers are present, sabotage and merriment abounds and let the serious beware lest they become part of the entertainment.

Hail Eris! Praise Chaos!