One of my Facebook Friends posted about the Balkanization of kink. In a way, I think this is happening. I don’t want to talk about the aspects of it, but rather a short thought about it:

We sort. We filter. Everything is binned.

All tidy. All organized. Everything in order.

Each category isolated and siloed away.

How do we know what else exists outside of our silo?

If someone outside screams, that is not in my bin.

Others try to peer in and the walls keep them away.

If we hide amongst our own, how will we survive?