Eyes Wide Open – How the Internet made people kinkier

A cold phone booth sits on Lewisham high street in the late 90’s. Stepping inside that phone booth was like entering some enshrined defiled womb; The door would shut tight behind you and seal you inside, tuning out the sound of nearby traffic until it became a distant murmur. The overpowering smell of stale piss would hit you first, followed by the visual assault of graffiti on every conceivable surface, broken only by dirty phone cards and seedy posters advertising hookers and fetish services; they advertised dominant and submissive flavours of girls – barbie dolls on their knees peering up at the lens of the camera, Amazonian queens towering above their bound male partners, whip in hand. The phone booth was a strange Lynchian portal into an alternate realm, a hidden world of malevolent seediness like a scene from David Fincher’s Seven. The culture of BDSM lived like this forever: shrouded in obscurity, sin, and shame until years later when social media would cast away our aspersions, pulling it from the dirty phone booths, the Soho back alleys and into the palms of our hands.


It felt shameful to look at, but I didn’t really know what it was. Admittedly, it wasn’t the best introduction to sexuality for an 11 year old boy; here, sex was portrayed as not so much a romantic act of love between partners or a frivolous moment of joy for consensual adults but rather as a sinful self-inflicting punishment. An aberration of pleasure, a strand of love that broke off and became infected with lust. Luckily, 20 years does wonderful things to our perceptions of sex. The prevalence of the internet and social media casts a light on the darkness of those phone booths and, indeed, my own fear of the unknown. Perhaps this is just my own perversions being given time to gestate and grow from the primordial sludge of obsession but no longer does BDSM look like a drowning oil slick but rather a vast ocean of things we have left to learn. It’s no longer something seedy or scary, or something to relegate to nasty porno theatres or dank Soho alleyways, but something that everyone does. The first and most obvious lesson you can learn is that, actually, BDSM relationships aren’t any different to vanilla relationships. The foundations are the same – the basis of trust, connection, chemistry still forms the backbones of love. It’s merely the iconography of sex that has been inverted upside down. There’s a lot to be said about the drowning tidal wave of the information age, but demystifying sex and bringing our insecurities to light has objectively improved our collective consciousness on sex.

Places like Reddit helps curiously lost perverts approach those boundaries in much safer ways than in the past. BDSM message boards and porno gifs seem to exist in some beautiful unholy communion on Reddit’s varied and tangled hallways. People are exploring their sexuality in a way that would be thought of as impossible in the ’90s. Communities spring up around particular kinks, like a multi-user journal of depravity, both a way-point on a map and a hazard light on the side of the road: clandestine advice etched on a prison wall for other curious wanderers who, for too long, felt too ashamed to dive too deeply into the recesses of their sexuality. Like much of the internet, these enclaves of collective hobbies create an interesting dynamic between the normal “vanilla” world and their own dens of glorious depravity – contrasting against the internet as a whole, they are a segregated minority of the self-exiled, but, of course for good reason. To discuss their sins away from the world that traditionally shunned them.

VLUU L310W L313 M310W / Samsung L310W L313 M310W
Soho, London


/r/BDSMcommunity is most people’s jumping off point for BDSM discussions: a general catch-all subreddit on fetishes and kinks, mostly filled with innocent questions. While it’s heartwarming to see a place for people to feel supported in their perversions, to feel unashamed in their shameful secrets, it’s merely the visible surface of a wiry network that stretches leagues and leagues beneath your feet. Most people’s queries are just seeking reinforcement for what they already know – a place filled with hypothetical questions that you already know the answer for. If you want to know more, you’ll have to hack away at the thicket and get lost in the jungle a little more. Regardless, it’s still possible to catch some real eye-opening stories here. One Reddit user wrote recently about agreeing to be in a submissive “contract” with a man she’d never actually met before. Once they’d met, they agreed she should be ‘impregnated’ (a demeaning practice of treating your partner as a receptacle solely for pregnancy), all of this while framing her mans cold, distant demeanour, his patchy-at-best communication skills as him being a “cruel dominant” as though this level of psychological control and callousness is somehow normal. As you might imagine, not only is agreeing to a lifelong contract with a creep you’ve never met an astounding failure of logic on her part but also a damning portrayal of men in BDSM. Did he really expect her to agree to such insanity without getting to know her? Without even a hint of trust, love, romance? We’re not all like this, are we?

Are we…?

Hmm. We’ll come back to that another time, but her story is oddly common and if you stalk the halls of BDSM Reddit long enough you’ll find hundreds of other stories. Internet abusers are like wolves masquerading in a red hood – women have to be even more readily prepared in kink spaces than they would have in the days of the dirty phone booths. At least you knew those guys were creeps. This new generation have benefited from the overabundance of sexual information and their insidiousness lays hidden deep inside until it’s too late. Because the same rules of attraction apply in BDSM as they do in the vanilla world, women can often be talked into vulnerable situations as they always have done but this time the consequences can be catastrophic. Red flags that give away abusive people become a wailing, agonising siren in kinky social circles, to the point where the constant vigilance can be a tiring chore to newcomers. People talk – Possessing a mere hint of creepiness is often enough to earn the black hand of shame amongst huge communities of fetish-friendly people. Unlike vanilla spaces, people won’t tolerate your red-flags: it’ll just blacklist you from ever being trusted in their groups – forever.

But, can you blame them? The most popular fetishes push past the vanilla worlds understanding of consent and power: Body language, open and honest two-way communication actually become more important as a matter of safety and security. Abusive people have a strong spotlight cast upon them for good reason – they’re particularly good at talking their way into bed with emotionally vulnerable people and while they’re there, they use kinks and fetishes as a cover for their real abusive tendencies. It’s not the case that the Internets BDSM communities tolerate abuse because they like it – it’s still not sexy to be used and abused if the person doesn’t actually care about you. At its best, BDSM is pure theatre and spectacle: participants are merely actors in a sexual play, the script organically forming over time using trust and sexual chemistry. The rough sex isn’t actually real – it’s all just dramatic illusion and immersive acting in the minds of the participants. And the price of going off-script is one most people are, understandably, unwilling to pay


The side affect of kinkiness becoming mainstream is that it has to endure a flood of newcomers. Newcomers that the old guard are very wary of, having to constantly reaffirm the boundaries of consent and trust to. But alternatively, the open book of the internet helped bring them together with like-minded outcasts. People who would at one time would have hid out in the piss-stained phone-booths of Lewisham, in sex shops in Soho, back alleys with prostitutes in a desperate race to the bottom – those people found someone – And if they didn’t find someone they found somewhere, at least, and in reality, isn’t that why we’re here?

One thought on “Eyes Wide Open – How the Internet made people kinkier

  1. Excellent article. I remember the Soho of of the 1960s and 1970s …. and much later, the 2000s. Sex was ‘Dirty’ in the 1960s and 1970s – now it is for Sale, everywhere. In fact, if you are not ‘Kinky’, what are you doing in Club Rub, Queen Bee, Ted’s Place, Vault 139, The Underground Club, The Bunker, The Backstreet, Fire Club … you can even find something to your fancy on “Time Out” … or book an hotel room (to suit) on Trivago !


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s