Moving Forward

July 27th, 2013

So, life it is a-changing. Moved into my first, by myself apartment last week, it took until last night to get the internet up and running, sorry about the late posting this week. Still waiting on a new fridge and the exterminators. Joys of cheap housing.

Lots of LGBTQA news on my mind today.

First, from Africa, Archbishop Desmond Tutu speaks out against homophobia, saying he would not worship a homophobic God, nor go to a homophobic heaven: http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-africa-23464694. In counterpoint, Zimbabwe’s president calls for the beheading of gays: http://www.lgbtqnation.com/2013/07/zimbabwe-president-calls-for-the-beheading-of-gays/. One step forward, one step back. In Russia, President Putin signed a law against homosexuality: http://www.lgbtqnation.com/2013/06/russian-president-vladimir-putin-signs-anti-gay-measures-into-law/, but promised it would not apply to the Winter Olympics: http://www.lgbtqnation.com/2013/07/olympic-committee-russia-says-athletes-fans-exempt-from-anti-gay-laws/. Closer to home, Ohio is stepping closer to equal rights, thanks to a federal judge: http://www.lgbtqnation.com/2013/07/federal-judge-orders-ohio-to-recognize-terminally-ill-mans-same-sex-marriage/.

In more personal thoughts, I’ve been listening to a lot of Broadway lately.

First, Book of Mormon the Musical. I only have the soundtrack, and have not yet seen the play, but it brings several things to mind. I’ve actually become quite curious to read the book, it seems like it could be quite the entertaining read. If you’ve seen/heard the musical, you know the message gets all twisted around, so I’m curious what it actually says (though apparently it’s not free on nook). On a less personal note, the play does bring up some of the very important issues facing Africans. Violence, poverty and disease is highlighted in a way that is poignant without being confrontational to an audience who is mostly there just to have fun.

Second, Avenue Q. The song about Purpose just played. Discovering your purpose, and most things in life being β€œjust for now.” I’m heading towards a new purpose – grad school in library and information science. I am very excited about that, and the opportunities that will be available when I finish. I know I will have to be very active in pursuing these opportunities both while I’m in school and when I graduate. Everything one step at a time, and looking forward.

In kink news, I’ve joined a local booblack group and have been enjoying getting together with other bootblacks. The last meeting included learning to fill gouges in his steel-toed boots. Coming up are several events with cigars(and maybe chocolates) and bootblacking. I’m not so keen on the cigar thing, or the public bootblacking, but it’s great that there is more local activity.

Had a few really great electric scenes with brand new people (mmm cherry-popping) at a recent Friday event and introduced a few more people to Fetlife. Looking forward to more interesting classes and fun events coming up. I finally got a copy of Story of O from work, will have to read that soon. Debating leaving The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty on my bookshelf when the family comes to visit or not. It’s shelved with Rice’s other books, but still. Ethical Slut will be put away. Ah, hiding from family, what fun. Still have some light scabbing from the awesome flogging a week and a half ago, must not scratch, must not scratch. Such a good birthday flogging it was. πŸ™‚

So, life is good and exciting and I’m moving forward happily.

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Emotional Blackmail

December 10th, 2011

Finally move to my new webhosting company so I can post this week’s post. πŸ™‚

I read Emotional Blackmail by Susan Forward this week, and while there is a lot to it, and a lot that does not apply to my own situation. I found myself realizing that while I don’t let others blackmail me, I may be doing it for them. I have hot buttons from my past, that I use against myself to control my current behavior. I scare myself into behaving certain ways, even though I don’t want to. So here they are, and my attempts to disarm them.

Fear of anger or raised voices. There was hardly ever any yelling in my house as a child. Occasionally, my brother or I got yelled at, but mostly when we were too young to remember or doing something dangerous. But there was a single instance where my father yelled at my mother, called her a bad name, and she left the house. I heard the yelling, I still don’t know what it was about, and I saw her drive away. She came back, I don’t remember how long it took, but that set a hot button in my developing mind. Yelling and anger equals a loved one leaving. I struggle with that one, I fear raising anger, I fear conflict. I have become a peacemaker, which is not bad, unless it is at the expense of my own needs or wants. I blackmail myself – don’t do that, it’ll make them angry. You don’t want to see them angry. What if you make them so angry they just leave? Which is unfair to the other person, I’m not giving them a chance – to react to what I want, or to show that it doesn’t make them angry. And unfair to myself – I am not being true to who I am.

Emotional responsibility. I know I’ve talked about this before. Especially in the Ethical Slut posts. But I find it hard to not feel responsible when my partners are sad/upset/depressed. Or at least responsible for making them feel better, or to avoid causing those feelings. Obviously, none of us wants to upset our partners, but I can also take this too far, into blackmail. Don’t say that, you’ll only upset him. It’s not really that important, you don’t want to make him feel bad. Look at how miserable he is, how could you do that? But I am not the gauge of what will make a person sad. I am not responsible for how they react and deal with things. I should not avoid things because they’re uncomfortable to talk about. It only leads to deception and bottling, which is way worse than a few tears before things get worked out. I can offer to help, and keep talking through things. But I should not try to stop someone else feeling their own emotions and reactions.

Self worth. I’ve often struggled with replacement fears since becoming poly. I’ve always struggled with my self image and self esteem. Those things have been growing by leaps and bounds since I found a community here that loves and supports me for who I am. But there’s a hot button left over from college and my second boyfriend. I tried to date him a second time(or was it a third, I had an odd dating record), late in my sophomore year. He told me, he didn’t need the ego boost that dating me gave him anymore. He was popular now. What a strange thing to say, and even odder still to internalize. What it wrote in my head was, I’m only needed by guys who aren’t confident or popular, I’m just an ego boost until someone better comes along. This has played a major role in my replacement fears – worrying the new girl is better than me, so I won’t be needed anymore. It took a much stronger sense of self, this last time, to not go there. I am finally fully confident in my worth, and did not feel that I even Could be replaced.

 

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30th Birthday Ruminations

July 22nd, 2010

I posted to the blog my mother reads today, listing what these past thirty years have gotten me. One of the listings was β€œA wonderful husband.” I had the urge to continue that line with β€œand two amazing boyfriends.” That being the simplest wording to describe the incredible men I am involved with. My best friend and I joked that it would make my mother’s head explode, and would therefore only be worth it if we could witness the event. I joked about asking my father to record it for us. It did not occur to me that his head might explode, too. I know he would not approve, he performed the ceremony where we promised to be monogamous after all, but he is far more calm and at ease with life than she is. I worry about what my family would think/does think of me. The never ending search for their approval does not drive me, but it does influence me. It is a heavy mask to wear, pretending to be what I think they want me to be, but even after 30 years, I’m not ready to put it aside.

Another thing I posted in that blog was β€œMore books … than I care to count…” but in thinking about that, I don’t have any kink books. We do have a couple poly books, The Ethical Slut and Opening Up, and I have a climbing book that I learned knots out of. I believe we have the Tao of Sex or some such thing, as well. But no books on BDSM, D/s or Bondage. We have borrowed books here and there, Two Knotty Boys and Rope, Bondage and Power being the most notable in my mind. I don’t believe we even own The Story of O. About the only kinky fiction I own that isn’t on the computer is Wizard’s First Rule, because you know Denna makes one hell of a Dominatrix.

I had a very frustrating phone conversation yesterday, and when I got online, he was looking at shiny dresses and it cheered me up. I poked around a found a few myself, and a really scary vinyl girlscout dress, too. I also went over to Sub-Shop.com and updated my Shiny shopping list with a few little pieces. I’ve never been one for retail therapy, but with my birthday coming up, it’s fun to figure out what I might spend the money my parents sent me on, aside from a pair of slacks for work.

So, I turn 30 on Saturday, and life is not just good, but better than I could have imagined. It’s not easy, it’s not perfect, but it is wonderful and exciting and crazy and fun. I am loved and accepted by those closest to me, and the future is shiny.

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Scattered Thoughts

June 3rd, 2010

Public Humiliation – I knelt on his boot, surrounded. They talked of friendship and history and alcohol. Or they were, before I landed on his boot. I could not really hear them, after. He ground it into me, a stern look keeping me in place. I rode the old black leather, trying to keep my tight denim skirt covering me. His hand on his knee, one finger, two fingers. I glanced up at him in a panic, he grinned. β€œYou better.” Three fingers and I did. Eyes closed, people casually chatting around me, I did. Over and over again, slave to his counting fingers. Mortified, terrified, aroused and his.

Begging – Please. Please, no. It’s never enough. Offer something else. But how do you offer something else when he’s clearly enjoying himself? How do you offer something else when your brain is locked in fear? How do you offer something else when you don’t want him to stop, but you’re too scared to be silent? Begging will make him happy. It is what he is asking you to do. If you don’t want to offer something else, ask for what you are afraid of.

Creativity – Something new. Always something new. Take what you have done and push it one step further. Take a great scene and add to it. Take your fear one extra step. What have you not yet done? What are you afraid of?

Fear – Hand to my throat. Tensing, gasping, internal struggle to be still. I love it when he holds me down by my throat. Stun gun. Whimpering more when he threatens than when it hits. Twitching more at the noise than the shock. Crying, begging. Fear of the pain stronger than the pain itself. Nylon hood. I like the hood. Duct taped around my throat, not too tight. I was fine, the whole scene went well. We were done. PANIC! Instant full body panic as he lay on top of me. Shaking, gasping, crying, thrashing. 1-2-3. Focus moved to an orgasm and calm returns.

Poly – Love is not divided, instead it grows. Communication does not prevent jealousy, but it can help to resolve it. Poly is not for everyone, it isn’t easy, and there is no one right way. You can’t tell someone how to β€œdo poly” only how it works for you. The Ethical Slut provides some good insight, language and tools for any relationship.

I am still tired from the con this past weekend. Sorry about the randomness of this post. I’ll pull something more coherent together for next week.

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