Do they love or own?
Both or neither?
Masochists?
Do they love or are they codependent?
Both or neither?
"Do they love or own? Both or neither?"
They are capable of both. If they are incapable of either it is because of other traits about themselves, not the sadism itself.
I've met some insecure sadists that felt wracked with guilt over their kink, trying to avoid embracing what they don't like about themselves. Hilariously that usually makes them pent up as it bottles overtime, but they sometimes need to be debriefed afterwards to eventually become comfortable with it.
I like those types, the confidence that comes from finally being told they can embrace what's truly them inside is fun to enjoy vicariously~
"Masochists? Do they love or are they codependent? Both or neither?"
Same as above, they're capable of both and if incapable it's because of other traits about themselves, not the masochism itself.
For both sides, a lot of it's about trust through vulnerability and compatible kink. The one on the receiving end can have some sway typically through indirect means (or direct if they're a brat in the sack). If a sadist/dom ignores the safe word... word travels very fast within BDSM communities that the victim may be a part of. They can basically be blacklisted and be forced to find a place where their reputation doesn't precede them.
Not all sadists are overconfident assholes, it simply denotes that they enjoy the suffering of others to a degree that cannot be ignored, nothing more, nothing less. A person can enjoy suffering and feel uncomfortable or uncaring about it as much as I can stub my toe and cuss myself out for audibly making sounds of pleasure over it.
Everyone is a sadist. I'll say it again.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Pryor
Born in Peoria, Illinois, Pryor grew up in his grandmother's brothel, where his mother, Gertrude L. (Thomas), practiced prostitution.[23] His father, LeRoy "Buck Carter" Pryor (June 7, 1915 – September 27, 1968) was a former boxer and hustler.[24] After his mother abandoned him when he was 10, he was raised primarily by his grandmother Marie Carter,[25] a violent woman who would beat him for any of his eccentricities.[26] Pryor was one of four children raised in his grandmother's brothel, and was sexually abused at age 7.[27] He was expelled from school at the age of 14. His first professional performance was playing drums at a night club. Pryor served in the U.S. Army from 1958 to 1960, but spent virtually the entire stint in an army prison. According to a 1999 profile about Pryor in The New Yorker, Pryor was incarcerated for an incident that occurred while stationed in Germany. Angered that a white soldier was overly amused at the racially charged sections of Douglas Sirk's movie Imitation of Life, Pryor and some other black soldiers beat and stabbed him, though not fatally.[28]
The Roman Comedy was a Tragedy. It was all about the slaves. More or less. The fools, the naive heroes. Whatever.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Theatre_of_ancient_Rome
Stock characters in Roman comedy include:
The adulescens was the hero, who is young, rich, love-struck and not too brave. He tends to bemoan his fate and requires backup. Another character often has to take action on his behalf. His father is often the senex or old man, whom he fears, but does not respect. He wears a dark wig and his clothes are usually crimson.
The senex has several incarnations. As the father he is either too strict or too soft; either one he does out of love for his son. As the lover he embarrasses his son, his slave, and his wife. He tends to be passionately in love with the same woman as his son, a woman who is much too young for the senex. He never gets the girl and is often dragged off by his irate wife. Sometimes he is a friend of the family who helps the adulescens. He is often a miser, who wears a straight undergarment with long doubled sleeves. It is white and he sometimes carries a staff.
The leno runs the brothel. The love interest of the adulescens may be owned by the leno and work at his brothel, so that the adulescens is often forced to deal with him. The leno is unabashedly amoral and only interested in money. He dresses in a tunic and mantel, and is often bald and carries a moneybag.
The miles gloriosus, literally braggart soldier, is a character that is especially familiar today.[citation needed] He loves himself more than anything else and sees himself as handsome and brave, while in reality he is very stupid, cowardly, and gullible. He may be interested in the same girl as the adulescens. He wears a tunic with long sleeves and has curly hair.
The parasitus or parasite lives only for himself. He is often seen begging for meals or being refused them. He lies for his own gain. He dresses in a long, black or gray garment with long, doubled sleeves.
The servi (slaves) take up about half of the cast and often have the most monologues. They are not the toilers typical of a real Roman home. The servus callidus or clever slave is always talkative, but his other traits vary. Most of the time he is loyal, more so to the adulescens than the senex. He brings tricks and comedy to the play, and tends to drive the plot. He is often the one who finds the truth out at the end of the play. He can be identified by his tendency to use alliteration and meter in his speech. The servi wear tunics and hold or carry scarves.
The ancilla is a maid or nurse of no particular age. She is a minor character used to move the plot by presenting information or helping to develop another character. She is a tool of her mistress and may be used as a messenger.
The matrona (mother), mulier (woman), or uxor (wife) is shrewd. She loves her children, but is temperamental towards her husband. She does not have to be a devoted wife, but sometimes is. She wears a long garment with flowing sleeves and a mantle.
The meretrix (prostitute) is either mercenary or devoted. The first type is older or more experienced and has seen a lot. The second type is truly in love with the adulescens. Both are very attractive with a complex hairdo and outfit, which is yellow. She also has a mantel.
The virgo (young maiden) is the love interest of the adulescens, but does not get much stage time. She is beautiful and virtuous with little personality. She is treated as a prize.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Divine_Comedy
The Divine Comedy (Italian: Divina Commedia) is an epic poem written by Dante Alighieri between c. 1308 and his death in 1321. It is widely considered the preeminent work of Italian literature,[1] and is seen as one of the greatest works of world literature.[2] The poem's imaginative and allegorical vision of the afterlife is representative of the medieval world-view as it had developed in the Western Church by the 14th century. It helped establish the Tuscan language, in which it is written, as the standardized Italian language.[3] It is divided into three parts: Inferno, Purgatorio, and Paradiso.
What do you think the simpsons was? Why are flinstones no longer funny? I can't even watch cartoons.
This guy who wrote this is supposedly in Prison.
http://www.namebase.org/richnote.html
Let's be honest: you'll never win the lottery.
On the other hand, the chances are pretty good that you'll slave away at some miserable job the rest of your life. That's because you were in all likelihood born into the wrong social class. Let's face it -- you're a member of the working caste. Sorry!As a result, you don't have the education, upbringing, connections, manners, appearance, and good taste to ever become one of us. In fact, you'd probably need a book the size of the yellow pages to list all the unfair advantages we have over you. That's why we're so relieved to know that you still continue to believe all those silly fairy tales about "justice" and "equal opportunity" in America.
Of course, in a hierarchical social system like ours, there's never been much room at the top to begin with. Besides, it's already occupied by us -- and we like it up here so much that we intend to keep it that way. But at least there's usually someone lower in the social hierarchy you can feel superior to and kick in the teeth once in a while. Even a lowly dishwasher can easily find some poor slob further down in the pecking order to sneer and spit at. So be thankful for migrant workers, prostitutes, and homeless street people.
Always remember that if everyone like you were economically secure and socially privileged like us, there would be no one left to fill all those boring, dangerous, low-paid jobs in our economy. And no one to fight our wars for us, or blindly follow orders in our totalitarian corporate institutions. And certainly no one to meekly go to their grave without having lived a full and creative life. So please, keep up the good work!
You also probably don't have the same greedy, compulsive drive to possess wealth, power, and prestige that we have. And even though you may sincerely want to change the way you live, you're also afraid of the very change you desire, thus keeping you and others like you in a nervous state of limbo. So you go through life mechanically playing your assigned social role, terrified what others would think should you ever dare to "break out of the mold."
Naturally, we try to play you off against each other whenever it suits our purposes: high-waged workers against low-waged, unionized against non-unionized, Black against White, male against female, American workers against Japanese against Mexican against.... We continually push your wages down by invoking "foreign competition," "the law of supply and demand," "national security," or "the bloated federal deficit." We throw you on the unemployed scrap heap if you step out of line or jeopardize our profits. And to give you an occasional break from the monotony of our daily economic blackmail, we allow you to participate in our stage-managed electoral shell games, better known to you ordinary folks as "elections." Happily, you haven't a clue as to what's really happening -- instead, you blame "Aliens," "Tree-hugging Environmentalists," "Niggers," "Jews," Welfare Queens," and countless others for your troubled situation.
We're also very pleased that many of you still embrace the "work ethic," even though most jobs in our economy degrade the environment, undermine your physical and emotional health, and basically suck your one and only life right out of you. We obviously don't know much about work, but we're sure glad you do!
Of course, life could be different. Society could be intelligently organized to meet the real needs of the general population. You and others like you could collectively fight to free yourselves from our domination. But you don't know that. In fact, you can't even imagine that another way of life is possible. And that's probably the greatest, most significant achievement of our system -- robbing you of your imagination, your creativity, your ability to think and act for yourself.
So we'd truly like to thank you from the bottom of our heartless hearts. Your loyal sacrifice makes possible our corrupt luxury; your work makes our system work. Thanks so much for "knowing your place" -- without even knowing it!
The science behind this is based on stress. It is all stress hormones. My supposition. When monkeys start to beat each other up they start screaming and whipping themselves into a frenzy. They do not engage in the fight, it is nervousness. It is reminicent of early laughter.
When we laugh, we are releasing a stress hormone called cortisol.
http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/2556917
Positive emotional activities have been suggested as modifiers of neuroendocrine hormones involved in the classical stress response. To detect changes in these components during a mirthful laughter experience, the authors studied 10 healthy male subjects. Five experimental subjects viewed a 60 minute humor video and five control subjects did not. Serial blood samples were measured for corticotropin (ACTH), cortisol, beta-endorphin, 3,4-dihydrophenylacetic acid (dopac)--the major serum neuronal catabolite of dopamine, epinephrine, norepinephrine, growth hormone, and prolactin. Repeated measures analysis of variance showed that cortisol and dopac in the experimental group decreased more rapidly from baseline than the control group (p = 0.011, p = 0.025, respectively). Epinephrine levels in the experimental group were significantly lower than the control at all time points (p = 0.017). Growth hormone levels in the experimental group significantly increased during baseline (p = 0.027) and then decreased with laughter intervention (p less than 0.0005), whereas, the controls did not change over time (p = 0.787). ACTH, beta-endorphin, prolactin, and norepinephrine levels did not significantly increase. The mirthful laughter experience appears to reduce serum levels of cortisol, dopac, epinephrine, and growth hormone. These biochemical changes have implications for the reversal of the neuroendocrine and classical stress hormone response.
So... if you mean sadist, as in you are currently beating the fuck out of babies and puppies, then whoa, you are up shit creek withou a paddle and need to get the fuck out of your stress environment. You ARE NOT capabale of dealing with the situation Mr Gomer Pyle.
Hey let's take this one step further and up it to phedophilia. The real danngerous kind where people do serious harm to children.
None of that bending taboos shit or whatever where families are close or whatever.
I've had my episodes. I wouldn't call myself schtizophrenic in any sense that you would recognize it.
I've spent at least a few minutes, okay a lot more than that with homeless street people. While I was sane. Try it sometime.
Schizophrenia is a brain rubbed raw, and it's not getting any better without some type of better lifestyle. Stress, laughter, try it sometime.
Sadist.
Let's go troll hunting!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_school_shootings_in_the_United_States#2010s