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6/18/2008

Sharing Our Gifts

My friend, Sara left this interesting comment on the post about the "Roots of Guilt":


I think the public/private division is really one of personal choice and taste. For us the intensity, the eroticism and yes, the spiritual nature of our DD marriage, is enhanced by the privacy we maintain. We feel part of the power comes from it being exclusivelely between us. That meets our needs, and because it is just between us, we feel it is more special.


I find myself thinking about the gifts that we are all given. Gifts. Yes.


I have come to understand that this way of being and relating and loving is a gift -- unique and wonderful. It is as essential to my life and being as my physical body; every bit as much a part of me as my intellect; intimately woven through my spirit life. It fires my passion, opens my heart, widens my perceptions, and quiets my mind. It calls me to take the risk to love deeply and with intent. There is no way to do this and remain aloof, disconnected, or casual.


Indeed, I am the recipient of a range of gifts and positive enhancements to my life and my personal journey that probably would not have accrued had I been gifted with some more "typical" sexual/erotic orientation.


One of the "teachers" in my life tells this story about gifts: Every year, as the Christmas holiday approached, he would buy gifts for all of his friends and family. He'd invest a significant amount of time and energy and expense, selecting the perfect gift for each person on his list. As he acquired each gift, he'd take them home and put them on the shelf in the closet. One day, his son happened to notice the "stash," and asked him about it. When the father explained that these were gifts for Christmas, his son told him, "They aren't gifts if they aren't given." It is a simple idea with powerful implications.
And that's where I come back to Sara's statement about keeping the intensity and eroticism and spirituality of our BDSM experiences "private." I really do understand the urge to do that; to take this wondrous, almost magical, incredibly intimate, connective WOW experience -- and hold it close to our chests. There is the real drive and desire to not risk exposing ourselves and our precious "find" to the world. Because the world can be less than kind; the world can be downright mean and nasty; the world can threaten us in a million different ways. It seems way safer to keep our gifts out of sight and "private."
Except that, when we do that, we lose the opportunity to GIVE them to one another. And I think that the choice to not GIVE in this fashion is rooted in the stories we've all been told -- that if it was about sex, it was wanton and vulgar, and not to be shared openly.
I don't know how many of us will find our way to shaking off those messages. I don't know how many of us will find a way to balance the anticipated risks with the potential benefits. I only know that I have found great power in taking this part of who I am and manifesting it in the community that knows it and understands it for what it is. In that act, the intimacy is multiplied, the power is enhanced, and the magic is made visible to all who share the moment.
swan


6/16/2008

Happy Anniversary to Us!

7 years ago today, (Sgt. Pepper Taught the Band to Play”…oops! I digress) I married the love of my life. It hasn’t been a normal marriage to most people’s standards. But it has been a much more that I ever thought it could be.

We were floating in the pool around 10pm when Tom said “Wanna get married Saturday?” We had been engaged for awhile and neither of us was in any great rush to be wed, since we had been together for a few years already. I was shocked. “Married??? Saturday???? THIS Saturday???” I asked. Then he explained that a city judge was going to marry people for free, if they just showed up with license in hand. I told him we didn’t have enough time to pull anything together and he laughingly agreed. The next day, at work, my co-worker asked me if I was getting married the next day. I was floored. What was the deal? Some big cosmic event happening that everyone was out to get me hitched? I told her I didn’t have time; we didn’t even have a license. She said that the 2 of us had been through so much and deserved to be happy together, forever. She suggested I look into what it would take….I called Tom and said “Wanna get married tomorrow”? HIS turn to be shocked. Turned out, we could get a license. We could pull together a suit for him and a dress for me. I could find flowers, champagne, and a sugar-free cake. And on the HOTTEST DAY OF 2001, I married Tom. We were without family that day, but as we came out of the room, people up and down the halls congratulated us and hugged us and wished us the very best. We suddenly became part of an extended community of well-wishers.

7 Years…. We have had our moments. Trying to blend me into a family who was not very enthusiastic in the beginning. Coping with health issues, work schedules, moves, life and death….we have been through it all. And we have our Swan.

Life is good. I found the love of my life when I thought I was done looking. And it is really, really good.

Happy Anniversary, my Bee-Bee. Here’s to many mores and mores.

T

6/12/2008

Guilt -- Roots?

Our family has, in the last few weeks/months, made the acquaintance of several people who are new to the lifestyle, curious about the lifestyle, or making a transition from one sort of BDSM practice (or perceived set of roles) to another. Our new friends comprise an interesting cross-section of people with a wide range of relational dynamics and desires. We don't pretend to have "answers," although we do gladly offer to share what we've learned along the way with anyone who has the patience to listen to us all babble on about what it is that we do.


There is so much that someone "new" to all of this wants/needs to know. For us, it really is a matter of listening carefully, responding openly, and then sharing the fruits of our journeying over the years.


One thing that has come up with a couple of these people is the notion that there is something about all of this that might/can/should engender guilt (or some similar emotion). There is a lot that fuels that reaction. It is based on a set of assumptions and social beliefs that are so convoluted, it can take weeks or months or even years to unravel it and begin to sort it all out. I don't pretend to be any kind of expert, but I do think that, until a person comes to terms with that set of assumptions and beliefs, it is very difficult to move forward into a healthy and joyful BDSM relationship dynamic.


So, let me see if I can get to some of the roots of this kind of guilty reaction...

I really believe that the most likely source of BDSM-related guilt is the connection between almost all of what constitutes BDSM and sex. I know and acknowledge that there is the sort of Dominance/submission relationship that is not specifically (or even remotely) sexual. There are relationships that are entirely and purely based on service. At least that is what I have heard and read. I've never personally met anyone involved in such a dynamic. Almost always, at some level, it is about sex/romance/love.


Power is sexy. Power is erotic. Power is hot. If I give my power, if it is taken and used to move me in ways I cannot control or direct, that can give my partner and I, both, a huge arena in which to explore our sexual natures.


What makes that so difficult for so many of us is that we mostly come from a social background that tells us (from the time we are very small) that sex is bad, sick, wrong, crude, vulgar, dirty, perverted, nasty, disgusting, ... It is so disgusting in fact, that it must absolutely be saved for the marriage relationship (huh?). Even then, it must only be engaged in within certain very tightly defined boundaries. Anything that is outside of the approved sexual expression list, is cause for extreme guilt.

Much of that is driven by traditional religious dogma and convention. I know that my own Roman Catholic upbringing was pervaded with messages that made it clear to me what was considered "good, Christian" behavior for a girl and/or woman, and what was outside that boundary. The church told me not to be sexual, not to enjoy sex, not to seek out sex, not to display my sexual nature, not to entertain my sexual desires. The church taught me that I could aspire to no higher vocation for my life than to follow the path of sexless, life-long chastity, but that, if I simply had to succumb to the lures of SEX, a church-sanctioned marriage was the only way to do that and still be OK. Even then, the church emphasized that I was to engage in sex for one purpose only -- that of procreation. If I wasn't willing to become pregnant and bear children, I was taught that there was no justification for sex. It is a mean and nasty sort of theology.

Even outside the church, there were a myriad of messages about what it meant to step outside the sexual norms. It was common, in my adolescence, for girls who flirted with sex to be saddled with the perjorative labels which identified them as irretrievably fallen from grace: slut, whore, floozy, tramp, loose, cock tease... And I am old enough to remember friends who took the risks, found themselves pregnant, and were then "sent away" to bear their "shame" in secret.


So that was the background for my coming of age sexually -- the air we all breathed in the years of my childhood, adolescence, and young adulthood. I know that it is nominally a newer world where those judgements are less common or at least less vitriolic, but I believe that they are still there, although less overt. I certainly hear them in the language my students use -- even when they seem completely unaware of the implications of what they say to one another.

But there is more. Because we are not just talking about a little good old fashioned, roll-in-the-hay sex. We are talking about BDSM. We are thinking in terms of sadomasochism, bondage, Dominance and submission, discipline, humiliation, objectification, and a whole range of kinks. It is all so -- well, perverse. Isn't it? That question continues to be raised. The labels continue to be applied. Never mind that BDSM has been removed from the list of paraphilias listed in the DSM-V. A pretty cursory Internet search will turn up plenty of references that will lead one to question the state of one's mental stability -- "what the hell is wrong with me?! Why can't I just be normal." I know I've asked that question more than once.


And then there is the fact that what it is that we do can land one in all sorts of social trouble. People find themselves unemployed, arrested, in child custody battles. To come to be generally known as a BDSM practitioner can lead directly to the role of social parriah. It is the rare practitioner in the lifestyle that finds it possible to share much about their life with friends, family, co-workers, worship community, teachers at their child's school, or health care providers. There are those who, by whatever circumstance, are able to be "out" in varying degrees, but for many, following a lifestyle path, means spending a good part of one's life in disguise. That has its own crippling side-effects.

Too, for many of us there is the expectation that modern-day feminism places on us -- to be strong, to be independent, to take care of ourselves, to follow our own paths. I know. I am a feminist. I've fought the battles for years, and believe the foundational doctines of that religion: that women are different than men, but ought to be treated as political, social, and economic equals; that all men and women deserve equal access to the opportunities within our society; that no one ought to be relegated to the background on the basis of their gender... A strong femininst ethic can seem to stand at odds with a personal inclination toward submission and/or masochism. How do you fit those two together with any kind of integrity?



That's a heavy load, and it is, by no means, an exhaustive list. Many of us grapple, at some level, with a set of stories that bear a resemblance to that set of "notions." And, then, we turn up with a personal understanding of "who we are" that drives us into an exploration of lifestyle SM and D/s or M/s. Talk about cognitive dissonance! So what can be done, to wind through the thickets and find some sort of peace and personal comfort with who we are as sexual/erotic beings within that context?



Every person is going to have their own set of solutions and answers. Here are a few of mine:



1) Religion/spirituality -- I was already on a path of discovery in my spiritual life by the time I began to actively explore BDSM. I already knew that, for me at least, the set of beliefs that I'd been taught as a child did not work for me as an adult. That isn't always the case as people come into the lifestyle. So, one of the first steps to take, if personal faith is in conflict with sexual drives is to evaluate systematically and carefully. I believe it is helpful to honestly and openly ask questions:
  • What do I believe?
  • Why do I believe this?
  • Where did I acquire this belief?
  • Is there any reasonable, logical foundation to the things that I believe?
  • Have I ever "fact checked" any of the stories I was told as a child?
  • How would my life be different if I came to relinquish the belief system that I have held to from my youth?
  • What is the value of this belief system in my life?
  • Does my sense of who I am rest irretrievably on my adhering to this set of beliefs?

Next, I believe that it is necessary, when one chooses to practice BDSM, to make friends with the bodies we occupy. One of my favorite authors, Kathleen Norris, wrote in her book Dakota, about the importance of personal geography -- the value of a sense of personal rootedness. Just as coming to a sense of attachment and belonging to a place, I believe it is necessary to become attached to and rooted to our personal, physical selves. Our bodies are, for each and all of us, our ultimate and essential personal geography. We live nowhere except that we live in our own skins. We may not be able, for a variety of reasons, to be "out" to friends, family, co-workers, and the other inhabitants of our lives, but we simply must come "out" to ourselves. To find the contours and topography of our own sexual selves brings us into self-acceptance and a loving celebration of our own glory as part of the creation. Acknowledging the gifts we have been given, embracing the uniqueness of our sensual expression brings our hearts and minds and bodies into alignment with one another. None of that can change the way the outside world views us, but it can go a long way to making the words we tell to ourselves be affirming and positive.

The social stigma of what it is that we do is a reality and a fact. It is unfortunate. It is not fair or just. It can be dealt with and managed. It is important to make pro-active, self-determined decisions about what it is that we share with those who are not into the lifestyle. No one NEEDS to know about our interior lives. For some, it is healthy to be very open and honest about their internal lifestyle dynamics. Each one who can go openly into the world, educating and advocating, clears the path to a more open future for all of us. Still, it should be by choice and with care that we share who we are with those who might not understand. Know that such sharing can have benefits, but may also have real costs. Choose carefully what you share and with whom.

As for the political drumbeat of feminism. I sincerely believe it need not be a philosophy that lives in conflict with the choice to engage in personal power dynamics. Without personal power to lay on the table, the power exchange becomes pretty meaningless. There is nothing weak about choosing a path that deliberately explores the nature of power, how it might be balanced, and what it means to relinquish it. We choose to explore and live at the outer edges of the human sexual/erotic experience. It is a choice that requires great courage and personal strength.

The trick, through it all, is to come to this with awareness, personal integrity, courage, and openess. It is possible to live healthy, happy and whole in the midst of the lifestyle -- nevermind what the rest of all those people might say.

swan

6/08/2008

Spanking

I came to grips with the reality that I am a masochist years ago. I haven't always been particularly happy with that fact -- indeed, there have been times when I have railed at the "unfairness" of being saddled with such a challenging sexual/erotic orientation. I have, honestly, sometimes wished, quite simply, that life could just let me be a regular/normal sexual person.

Oh well.

I am a masochist and I need spanking. It isn't an entirely physical thing. For me, there is a huge emotional component to the engagement of a spanking.

In the last weeks, He has backed off of spanking almost entirely. The reason(s) for that are really not important to discuss -- a giant swirl of circumstances and pressures and interpreted responses. The outcome of it all was that He drew away, inside His own mind, to a place where, even when He did move to spank me, it was a perfunctory sort of encounter that clearly did not excite Him, and left me feeling as if I'd somehow forced Him into something that He found distasteful.

I've spent this time trying to simply accommodate. I am the kind of slave who, at least at the intellectual level, understands that it isn't about what I might want or need. I do know that this is supposed to run on His schedule and not mine. So, I've occupied myself with work and taking care of the things that always need taken care of -- and tried not to worry or fuss or think about it.

But, for me, spanking is all wrapped up with connection and feeling loved. He has been steadfast in assuring me that He loves me, and I believe Him. Except that I can't feel it. If He doesn't spank, He doesn't TOUCH me. Oh, He snuggles and He hugs, but there is something powerful in the flow of energy when He paddles and straps and canes me that bangs through all my defenses and makes me know Him entirely. Without that, I drift further and further away until I am left feeling lost and abandoned. As that sense of being "left alone" grows and grows in me, I become increasingly frightened and emotionally volatile.

Finally, in the last few days, I've begun to ask, tentatively and gently for some "play" time. Knowing that all the issues are still in place, knowing that my struggling with our kind of playing has been part of the reason that He has pulled away, still, I asked -- begged even, for the reassurance that comes with a tender and throbbing butt. He has indulged me in this -- yesterday and today, with two sessions which have left me quite sore. Somehow, He has reawakened and come back to the kind of play I remember from so long ago (where He pleases Himself and does not respond or react to what I might "like").

I can feel the softness flowing back into me -- that sense of being in the right place, safe and cared for. I am simply, feeling happy and at peace. So, there it is: spanking makes me happy. Probably, that isn't surprising or even particularly interesting news to most people, but to me, it is a piece of information that I've resisted coming to terms with. That resistance has made this all more difficult.

I can be such a piece of work.

swan

6/06/2008

You Have to Laugh -- Or You Would Cry

We are not as young or as innocent as these two, but somedays -- it sure feels like we must be missing the boat somehow... Do you think?

Between my issues and His diabetes/age, we seem to be asking this question more and more frequently...

Old age is an interesting passage... Oh yes.

swan

6/05/2008

MAGIC REVISITED

Six years ago tomorrow, June 6, my swan obeyed my summons and arrived here to be with us as a family member and my beloved. She is with us still and will be tomorrow and always. She has recounted how this came to be here and here.

My/our lives have never been the same. She makes them fabulously richer each day.

We are not the same as we were six years ago in our beings or in our relationship. We are all of us dealing with aging and changes that you cannot understand unless you've lived them and that if you have you'd perhaps rather not have. I'd have no other. I'd have no younger than her or t.

I love you my swan, my slave, my life with your sister heart.

Six years is an achievement against all odds economically, socially, politically, medically, etc. ....blah, blah.... all barriers we face are bullshit and nothing in the face of our love. We will have decades more. Our only earthly limits are those that define our mortality.


I love you.



You are.............



Mine Always and All Ways,



Tom



Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you've imagined.

HAPPY NA-NA-VERSARY!!!!!!

6 Years ago tomorrow Swan joined our family. She became my dearest Sister-Heart and missing half....and Tom's beloved.

I remember their arrival in the Toyota Truck. A few personal belongings and one TICKED-OFF Cleo in a cage. He-Who-Shall-Remain-Nameless was with her and we all did our best to include him in our family.

I was scared and cautious and she loved me anyhoo.

Today, I haven't a CLUE how I survived without her all of my life. She completes our family. She cares for us when we need it. She shares her life and home with us. She makes me a better, stronger woman. And loves us unconditionally....and we CAN be a handful, at times!

I love you, Sue.

I am thrilled to call you Sister-Heart. May we have many, many more na-na-versaries as a Clan.

T