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I've been around a few decades, and have a bit to say. I'm not going to call myself an expert, but I'm happy to share my thoughts on BDSM.
6 years ago. Tuesday, March 3, 2020 at 4:36 PM

Setting them up to fail or succeed

I once had a martial arts instructor whose only teaching method was telling people how terrible they were.

I think, looking back, that he believed it would make his students tough. I think he believed it would motivate them to try harder. He also didn't allow people to set boundaries, and I think, honestly, he got off on bullying and torturing people. You had to fight like hell to set boundaries with him, and if you succeeded, you got some respect from him, but it was hell on wheels to get there.

Once, he told me that I was the worst brown belt fighter he had ever seen in my life. He later said "you knew that wasn't true!" But I didn't. He insisted that one of his rules in life was to always tell the truth. He held us to it, and he gave the IMPRESSION that he held himself to it, but he turned out to be a rather deceptive individual. Often, he would present the truth in a way that manipulated the listener into believing the opposite. Often, he would lie, too. But before I came to realize that, I trusted him and believed that he was telling me the truth. He was my instructor. I was supposed to trust him. Believe him without question. It was the protocol he required.

So, I believed him. My confidence plummeted. As a white belt, I could shatter 6 bricks. As a brown belt, I often couldn't even break one. Every time he put me down, I believed him. Every time he set me up to fail and told me it was because I wasn't trying hard enough, or wasn't good enough, I believed him.

But what if he told me what I'd done well, and encouraged me? What if he showed me what I needed to work on, and how to improve it, instead of putting me down and yelling "FIGURE IT OUT?" What kind of martial artist would I have become? How would my fights game have changed? How would my motivation grown?

I had a dominant whose techniques were very similar to the martial arts instructor above. He would purposefully set me up to fail. He would react with fury. He would punish me for setting boundaries, even when asked for in the meekest fashion, because something he demanded of me wasn't safe. He trampled boundaries and told me I sucked at everything I did, though I was desperate to please him, to make him happy, to do well. I just wanted to be a good girl, and nothing I did was ever good enough for him.

Then, when I got home, he would chew me out and mindfuck me for hours, accusing me of lying, demanding the "true" answer, even though I'd already told him the truth, and telling me to figure it out. I started trying to tell him what he wanted to hear, since he never believed me when he told the truth. I started shutting down. I started self-medicating. I would give him a smile, out of love, out of devotion, or affection, and he'd respond my slamming me against the wall and choking me out. He would threaten to abandon me. He would give me the silent treatment. Or he would beat the shit out of me. I loved him, though it wasn't a healthy love, and I would try, harder and harder and harder, to make him happy, but it was never good enough. Never.

I'd cry for hours, after. Once, I had to go to the hospital because the pain from something he did was so bad. After a month I was worried it might be cervical cancer or something. I told him, because he told me to always tell him if something was wrong, and he berated me for "whining." "I have no use for a wimpy sub," he said.

So, he lost me. He lost me without knowing he'd lost me. I built my armor up. I did what I could to defend myself. A lot of it was really, really unhealthy. I learned to hide my distress. I rolled over and let him trample my boundaries, hoping that if I was good enough, he'd really love me, he'd really love the submissive I was.

It doesn't work that way, though. It was a very toxic relationship. I wanted so badly to show him a different way, too, but that was also not my responsibility. I'm still healing from that, but I sure as hell am strong with my boundaries, now. I did learn from it. Just, not the things I think he intended for me to learn.

But what if he had approached differently? What if he had sought enthusiastic, informed consent? What if he had encouraged me? What if he had let me feel heard? What if he had set his ego aside and worked WITH me to build something beautiful and trusting? What if he had paid attention to my distress and adjusted? What if he had allowed kindness to be a part of his domination? Empathy?

You don't have to be perpetually cruel and harsh to be dominant. Dominance doesn't have to be angry- in fact, I have always been taught, and I have always TAUGHT, to never strike out of anger. Dominance isn't about showing that you can hit harder than the other person.

Dominance isn't about being the biggest predator in the room so that nobody can ever prey on you again, but I have seen walking wounded people try to USE it that way, like the dom I was with. I see a lot of people with untreated trauma who tell themselves they are over it, that they've mastered it, when really they have only pushed it down, and the damage comes out in toxic ways. There's no shame in getting mental health care, any more than there is in getting a broken bone set. Same goes for subs who are trapped in an endless victim cycle. People, this stuff takes WORK and we shouldn't be forcing our partners to try to "fix" us in ways that they cannot. A lot of this work is internal, and if you need help with it, professional help is best! No one is perfect. We're all works in progress. Partners support each other, but we need balance. It shouldn't become a burden and we shouldn't sacrifice our partners on the altars of our issues, either.

For me, and for quite a lot of other subs, being set up for success is a beautiful thing. We WANT to do well. We want to learn how to please you best! We take great joy in being good, in doing what you want, in making you happy. We want you to feel that rush you get when you realize our will is subsumed, that we would do just about anything to please you. Please don't break that. Please don't kill the light in our eyes that shines when we look at you.

For those of us subs who thrive on positive re-enforcement- we are looking to you to guide us. To protect our vulnerable psyche, because when we submit to you, we lose a lot of our defenses. When we surrender, the walls come down. The ways in which we brace ourselves against the callousness of the mundane world dissolve under your hand. When we let you take us on a journey, please, try to not drop us.

At some point, you will fuck up. At some point, we will, too. We will hurt one another. We will misunderstand. We will make mistakes. This is normal. This is human.

But let's give one another the opportunity to learn and improve. To make things better. Failure can be a great teacher, but only when there is a possibility of success. Failure can be approached with kindness, or fun. Even a harsh punishment doesn't have to be emotionally damaging. Let your sub know that it will be ok. That they will be forgiven. The slate will be wiped clean. And do not give them more than they can handle. BELIEVE them when they tell you where that line IS. Do not break their trust. No one is a perfect magical romance novel dom who always knows their sub better than their sub knows themself. And thank fuck for that, because honestly, those motherfuckers are hella problematic.

For me, when I know I have done well, when I know my efforts are appreciated, even if I don't succeed, knowing that my honestly trying has pleased my dom? THAT is what motivates me. That giddy joy is what propels me further, deeper into service, into submission, into pushing myself to be better than I was before, to open up more, to give more, to work even harder.

I treasure my partners. Their strengths. Their vulnerabilities, too. I work to always hear and respect their needs and boundaries. Doms have those, too, you know. Having a partner who does the same for me, it's freeing. It's joyful. I know that there is a floor under my feet. I know I'll be caught if I fall. And when I know that, I can dare to fly.

Lift me up, and I will soar with you.

*****

Side note, because it should be said- some people DO learn best from an instructor who always tells them they suck. It DOES motivate them to just work harder, to prove them wrong. Some people DO love a dominant who is always harsh and cruel and who they can never do well enough for. Different people learn and love different ways... but make sure you and your partner both flourish from the same STYLE of D/s. There is no one true way, no one-size-fits-all for D/s, and people are not interchangeable. Having more than one tool in your toolbox is a really great thing- make sure you have some tools that work well together!

6 years ago. Tuesday, November 19, 2019 at 1:35 AM

Hello! So!

I am polyamorous. This means that I bond with, and come to love, multiple romantic/sexual partners at once. It does NOT mean I give myself to anyone and everyone. It does NOT mean that I feel less, or compartmentalize more and separate myself from my emotions more. It doesn't mean I am more readily down to have a no-strings-attached, sex only arrangement. I may have the freedom to do so, but that isn't how I am wired. I need to care about the person. I bond. I bond deep and I bond hard, when it happens, and I can't really choose to bond or not bond. I take my time getting to know someone, making up my mind, and my heart makes up it's mind, too.

I come to love my partners just as deeply as a monogamous partner comes to love theirs.

As such, I have found that there are certain rules I really need to be hard-line about. Every time I make an exception, it ends in massive amounts of tears and heartbreak for me.

1. No "discreet," "our little secret" "no one can know" shit. Yeah, I absolutely understand and support you not wanting to lose your job because they will fire you for being poly and kinky. That's not what I mean. What I mean is, you need to actually be poly, or one of those incredibly rare mono partners who isn't bothered or hurt at all by ME being poly. The latter does NOT include someone who HAS a partner already, or who is waiting to find a "real" partner to be mono with. I'm not an experiment, a toy, or a placeholder. I'm not a bit of easy fun for you to fuck around on your partner with, either. I'm not gonna do that to myself, and you shouldn't be doing that to yourself or your partner. It will lead to suffering for everyone. It will. Your other partners need to know about me. I need to know about your other partners. I need to be able to check in with them.

2. Long distance? Nah. It'll end in tears. It's very hard to fully get to know someone only online. Even if we meet in person and hit it off, will we actually get on outside of the "vacation" stage? The only exception I can really think of to this would be someone who was willing and able to fly my butt to wherever they live for like, a week out of the month or something, once we have really established a relationship. The likelihood of that is incredibly low. Doing so whilst understanding that I am disabled and poor and cannot contribute financially is even lower. It's hard for a relationship to develop naturally this way. If I am having a hard day, can you come over? If you really are excited and found this amazing thing to do tonight, can I come over? If you get hurt and need someone to come caretake, can I reach you? We need to be able to have casual hang-out days, on top of fun, intense play days. We need to be able to work around one another's schedules. We need to be able to see the person behind the FANTASY of the person.

3. I'm here for both a good time AND a long time. I'm seeking long-term partners. Deep bonding. Sometimes things work out that way, sometimes they don't, but I'm not looking for a casual lay-n-leave. I'm not looking to be someone's sex toy when they're "in town for business" once a month or two. Also, that tends to coincide with rule #1, honestly. I'm fat, I'm kinky, I'm poly. I'm not easy. I just can't promise to keep it to "just friends who keep it casual and have a little fun." That's not where I'm at in life. I might bond. I might fall in love. I need to protect myself.

6 years ago. Saturday, October 26, 2019 at 11:27 AM

So.
I had my fun in NYC, with many friends and many things to see.
Now I'm back home, and the podiatrist says I must be immobilized or my Achilles tendon WILL rupture and snap, requiring a really awful, painful surgery with a very, very long recovery time.
So.
I am in a leg cast. It is hell. I cannot drive anywhere. I can kind of "walk," but not really. I've lost my mobility and independence, yet again.
I wish I had a broken doll fetish or something, but truly, I do not. 
Fuck.
It's been less than a day and I'm so miserable. It's super painful, y'all. 
Goddammitt. 

6 years ago. Thursday, October 17, 2019 at 4:42 PM

My awesome friend really showed me a great time in NYC!

We started by meeting at Grand Central station. I wanted, quite badly, to get the jump on him, and hid next to the correct doorways, which I intuited, but he happened to come through the one I WASN'T watching at that very moment. Bah! Someday. Maybe. 

We headed into Koreatown, where we had some really excellent Korean BBQ. 

From there, we went to a rooftop lounge where I could see a bunch of the city- at least, what I could see above the level of the fencing, which was taller than I was. There was a downstairs section with huge floor to ceiling windows and velvety couches as well. My friend and I got to know each other as people in physical reality, since we'd only met in computer games before that day. We both enjoy analyzing people and figuring out their tells, so it was quite a lot of fun, though I completely failed to have any kind of poker face with him. I was having too much fun! 

Also, when I really really trust somebody, it's so hard to be guarded.

After a drink, we went to a classy bar with a big lit-up maze on the ceiling. The food was excellent, as were the drinks. I almost never drink, but I had a total of THREE that night. My friend, however, had 10 and somehow wasn't at all sick, or any less suave, hah. He made a lot of jokes about murdering me, but I knew I was safe. I even felt fine with letting him get drinks for us both without me watching- normally I'm quite vigilant about that sort of thing. 

From there, we went to our fourth and final destination, and it was AMAZING. 

A classy joint, total hidden gem. Lots of gorgeous embellishments to the interior, ranging from Art Deco to Rococo. There, we had an incredible three course meal- duck confit with wine-soaked pear, butter-soft tender pork shoulder with green beans and mashed potato, but really really classed up, and vanilla bean cheese cake.

Then the fun really began.

A burlesque show! A wicked, sexy, interactive burlesque show with live music, an incredible singer, and FIRE! 

Gonna treasure that day for a long time. I do love surprises like that! 

6 years ago. Tuesday, October 8, 2019 at 11:09 PM

I am in New York City at last!

I have a great friend here, and tomorrow he is going to take me out on the town on a day of mysteries! I'm really looking forward to finding out just what he has in store for me. We are meeting at grand central station at a certain time. After that, I have no idea what's coming, except some sort of event in the evening that I helped pay for tickets to. 

I can't remember the last time somebody completely surprised me with an entire day of activities. I love it. I love not knowing what's going to happen next, except that it'll be full of fun new experiences that have been picked out for me with care. <3 

6 years ago. Friday, September 13, 2019 at 1:44 PM

This is a deep well of unmitigated suck.

My right Achilles tendon has a partial rupture. I have to be in a walking boot. I might end up in a cast, or even having surgery. 

I am still going to NYC- the plane tickets and lodging are paid for. 

It'll be really hard to get around, though. NYC is a walking city, and their disability accommodations are spotty. The doctor told me to take a cab everywhere. That's quite expensive, though. 

And... I miss feeling sexy. It's hard to feel sexy like this. It just feels vulnerable and sad. 

6 years ago. Sunday, September 1, 2019 at 10:18 PM

Darlings. Loves.

Some of you wonderful doms and dommes out there, be you new or experienced? We need to talk. Briefly.

You see, for some reason, it would appear that some of you, while being native speakers of English, have mistaken yourselves for a verb. My dear ones, this is not so! You may take action and dominate someone. There are many great ways to dominate!

There is, however, no way to BE a dominate.

The term you are looking for is "dominant." Often, we use "dom" for short. You can say, "I am a dominant person." "I am a dom." "I am on the dominant side of the kink spectrum." " I am a dominant looking for a submissive."

You can also say "I am a true dominate," but you will be incorrect. 

Friends don't let friends try to be verbs. 

Much love,

 

-Ev

6 years ago. Sunday, September 1, 2019 at 8:45 PM

Honestly, this always looks like a red flag to me.

Why would someone only want an inexperienced submissive? They aren't cars that will break down because they got driven around for a while. They are not cars, or sandwiches, or locks in doors, or any other random inanimate object. Every relationship and interaction is unique, so there's still plenty of space for wonder. They aren't impossible to "re-train," I mean, we're talking about sentient beings here, even if they are role-playing as something that is not. They might or might not have emotional damage from exes. Welcome to being human. A grown-ass adult can deal with it, and encourage their partner to get professional therapy if needed, since that is a therapist's job, and not one's partner's job.

So, why do people want an inexperienced sub? 

Because honestly, the only reason I can come up with is that they don't want the sub to know better. Like, they want someone who is easier to manipulate, control, and deceive... and I don't mean in a good way. I don't mean in a sexy way. 

Perhaps the dom is new and feels intimidated by playing with a sub who is more experienced than they are? My primary certainly was. But there's a phrase in the horsemanship world- "green on green makes black and blue." It may be a case of wanting someone to learn together with, but in that case? Include that in your ad, and understand that you should really seek out classes and a mentor even then, if it is possible. 

Otherwise, at best it seems like ego or toxic monogamy (there's healthy monogamy, but flipping out about partners someone had before you came on the scene ain't it) at best, or at worst, a sign of a predator. 

6 years ago. Monday, August 5, 2019 at 5:04 PM

Sometimes, when I write, I pour my lust into it, my heart, my yearning. It's hard to write erotica when the yearning hurts. Maybe tonight I will find my way, with the help of other kinky authors. We have a munch at Wicked Grounds, the kink cafe which is the heart of San Francisco's BDSM community. I have friends there. Maybe they can help.

Sometimes when I hurt, my instincts cause me to curl up in a little defensive ball. I isolate myself. I seek escapism. I don't lean on my friends, though I still encourage them to lean on me for support. It's old, old wounds. The little voice in the back of my head that I found when I was a child. The one born of trauma. That voice says "you can't count on anyone. No one will help you. No one can save you but you. Don't depend on anyone. They will let you down."

More dangerously, the voice will say, "set aside your own needs. Set aside your own comfort and safety. Set aside your desires. Set aside your emotions. If you let it show, they will run. They will leave you. They will strike you. They will hurt you. Endure, endure, endure. Give, give, give. But don't you set a boundary. Don't you take." That fawn response to trauma, it's creepers and vines are strangling my garden. I cannot flourish. I cannot bloom. Not if I listen to that voice. 

So, instead of curling up in bed at home, I will go to work and then I will go to hang out with my community. I will see if I can write, but even if I can't, I'll see my friends, and I'll talk to them. I'll let myself take up space. I'll let myself talk. I'll let myself ask for support. 

I have to take the advice that I give, after all. 

6 years ago. Saturday, July 20, 2019 at 6:13 PM

Lads. Gentlemen. Masq-folks. All y'all with a penis that you like having.

We need to chat for a moment.

Now, I don't wanna stereotype, but in my experience, there's this phenomenon with some cis, het men on the internet. Lots of cis, het men on the internet.

Y'all. You make your disembodied dick your profile pic. It's just floating there, over your shoved-down boxer-briefs. Usually either in front of a mattress with no sheets on it, or obviously in a bathroom. The background is fairly immaterial, but there's something you need to know-

You are clearly proud of having a penis.

Random people who you message? We aren't impressed. Most men have penises. It's... it's not a rare thing.

Me, I have a whole dishwasher worth of cocks. Cocks in really interesting shapes and sizes. Cocks in pretty, swirly colors. Cocks that never go soft. Cocks that can never give me a disease. Cocks that won't be getting anybody pregnant. Cocks. So many cocks. I can get cocks. I can buy a fucking machine, and have something else fuck me with those cocks. I have a partner with his own cock, and he also has hands he can use to fuck me with the abovementioned cocks.

Now my guys, I see you out there. I see you with nothing but dick pics, with your low-effort as fuck profiles that tell me nothing about you or what you bring to the table other than having a dick. I see you with nothing in your profile filled out, or some generic paragraph about how you are chill and like to fuck. I see your lack of fetishes listed, or just a bunch of stuff about fuckin', and titties and shit. Dudes, this is a kink site, and we who you are contacting are not free-for-use fleshlights.

Unless that's our fetish, of course.

But see, here's the other thing, disembodied dick men- y'all don't even bother to read the profiles we've made an effort to write! You cast this wide-ass gill net on the internet, trawling for pussy. You send messages like "hi" and "what's up" and "hey how are you doing?" You say "I'm really interested in your profile" but you can't tell us why, because you just saw someone with a hole you want and clicked "send," usually with the same message you sent to like 200 other people with a hole you wanted. We can tell.

If your low-effort ass sends me a bunch of generic shit that isn't indicative of a personality whatsoever, and you ask me how I'm doing, I'm gonna tell you my back hurts from having to carry the conversation. "Ask me anything, I'm an open book!" Why the fuck would I do that? Your ass contacted me. Why do I have to do all the work? Let's have an actual adult conversation where we discuss interests and show our personalities.

But you know what? Even if you are just looking for a quick, easy, no-strings fuck (good luck my man) and you are looking for someone who is into the same (does their profile say so, though?) then you need to find a way to stand out. There is a phrase I have seen around the internet lately. "Dick is a cheap and plentiful resource." Billions of people have a dick, and many of them are looking for a place to put it.

Make an effort. Read the profile. Talk about yourself. Show something other than just a disembodied dick. It's emotionally illiterate. Hell, it's sexually illiterate. If you walk around in the street and just whip your dick out and say "hi what's up" your ass is gonna get maced. On the 'net, your ass is gonna get verbally maced. Make some goddamned effort. Show some fucking personality. Give us a reason to actually DESIRE you.

Don't lead with a fucking dick pic.