We have been Blogger bloggers since the end of 2004 -- a very long time. We've survived at least one major upgrade to the Blogger hosting tools. We've wended our way through all sorts of quirky and sometimes downright maddening glitches and oddities. We've met so many interesting and good-hearted people from around the globe because we've spent a lot of time here on Blogger.
Blogger is not perfect, but Blogger has been good to us and for us.
Today, however, might be the last day for us, and a lot of our Blogger "blogspot" neighbors, and the really scary thing is that there is no way to know for sure. I want to believe that my blog does not fall under the sanction delineated by this Blogger email that I received earlier in the week:
But, the truth is, I'm not certain. This is a pretty tame site as adult blogs go, but I have some links in my blogroll to sites that do advertise for adult sites. I have, over almost nine years, occasionally referred to and/or linked to sites that would probably be classified as "adult." I've tried to be careful and respectful about that. The place carries the adult content designation, and there is the "up top" disclaimer that tells you what you will find here -- in case you landed here by accident. I'm not trying to shock or offend anyone who doesn't plan to be here. I don't "monetize" this blog. There are no ads for anything here -- not sex aids or whips or kinky books. Honest -- I've never made a single penny as a result of writing here. I'm just talking to myself and my friends; writing a journal that details my personal journey. I know it isn't for everyone, but I can't imagine that my writing here does anyone any harm.
The ominous sounding Blogger email declares that everything changes as of today. I don't know how long it will take for the beheadings to begin. I don't know who is really at risk. I don't know where the lines are going to be drawn. And so... I wait. Maybe a lot of us are waiting to see whether our blogs will still be here when the sun rises tomorrow. I hope I'm still here. I hope all of the rest of you are still here.
swan
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6/27/2013
Stages, Seasons, and Nuances
We are all familiar with the relational vocabulary we've created inside the lifestyle: M/s, D/s, OP, TPE. The various acronyms are labels we use with one another to describe the types of power exchange at the foundation of our disparate relational dynamics. We alternately insist that those relationships descriptors mean exactly what we say they mean, and then we back track and declare that each relationship is unique, and each set of partners defines the norms for themselves. We can, and do, argue endlessly about what is what and who is who. I've been engaged, personally, in more of those conversations than I can count, and I have no intention of revisiting that old wrangle.
However we define the power dynamics for ourselves, I believe the labels are too simplistic, too one-dimensional, too short-sighted to serve for the long-term discussion of the ways in which we live our lives together. Our relationships may look different, in a wide variety of ways, than more traditional relational models, but just like our brothers and sisters who might be inclined to the "vanilla" approach, our lives together are fraught with stages, seasons, and nuances. We cannot simply declare ourselves to be "this" or "that," and then proceed as if all the questions and variables have been answered and resolved. Would that it were so easy!
The trick to riding through the seasons of our relationships is that the seasons overlay themselves on that other pattern of stages. There are ripples and reflections and interference patterns in our lives, and it is easy to get turned around and disoriented by all the variations and nuances. Add in some days of moodiness, exhaustion, frustration, illness, loss, and all the other bits of being a living, breathing, human animal -- and there should be no surprise that things get bumpy.
I don't have the fix for any of that, and I don't imagine that all of that sort of "heady," intellectual babbling will make the least bit of difference to anyone but me. I can't picture the me of eleven years ago believing that the bright promising future that I saw from that vantage could possibly hold so much trauma and turmoil. Funny how that works -- we can never see beyond what we can see. And so it is and so it will likely always be. I've often thought that some of this writing is about leaving signposts for those who might wander by. So here it is -- another one of those signposts.
swan
However we define the power dynamics for ourselves, I believe the labels are too simplistic, too one-dimensional, too short-sighted to serve for the long-term discussion of the ways in which we live our lives together. Our relationships may look different, in a wide variety of ways, than more traditional relational models, but just like our brothers and sisters who might be inclined to the "vanilla" approach, our lives together are fraught with stages, seasons, and nuances. We cannot simply declare ourselves to be "this" or "that," and then proceed as if all the questions and variables have been answered and resolved. Would that it were so easy!
Relationships go through shifts and changes as they develop over time. As people grow and learn their way into the patterns that form between them, there are recognizable stages to the relationship. Just as we realize that children pass through stages as they grow and mature, relationships have stages, too.
In the very beginning there is the stage that is built out of a mutual attraction. In vanilla relationships, and in many lifestyle pairings, this phase involves “falling in love.” Our culture tends to see romantic love as the ONLY kind of love. Those of us who practice BDSM sometimes have romantic love as part of our relational foundation -- just like anyone else. We might also be attracted to a number of other characteristics, depending on our particular inclinations. It might be that we "fall in love" with the sense of power or control. Maybe we really get taken with someone's Dominant/submissive nature, or their sadistic or masochistic bent. There are lots of different things that might "ring our bells." Regardless of how we might characterize this stage, it almost always leaves us feeling as if we have found “the one.” In the throes of this early stage of relating, we experience our partners as nearly perfect; we feel alive, excited, and passionate. Euphoria is just part of the reality in this stage. I know that we, early on, believed we were star-crossed, meant for each other, bound together at the level of soul and spirit. In those early days and months, it was easy to believe in forever; to see ourselves holding hands into the mists of a future we could not even remotely imagine.
In time, of course, reality sets in, and all relationships have to adjust. It turns out that real life can’t be all roses and/or whips forever. Inevitably, predictably, reality rears its sometimes ugly head and partners have to confront the demands of life and living. No matter our early dreams, we discover that our “perfect” love is human. Small (and sometimes large) conflicts occur, and the fantasy begins to crumble. The demands of work, the strains of managing finances, the demands of family and work, the minor daily irritations of personal habits and quirks, betrayals, mismatched desires and needs, all of these and a thousand other hurdles line the path along which we must all travel eventually. Conflicts, anxieties, disappointment, struggle, and hurt replace the effortless rapture of those first, breathless days. This is the point where we first lose our relational innocence. It is the stage where we learn that our once perfect love is not likely to live up to each and every one of our hopes and dreams. It is at this point when we have to figure out how to negotiate through the sense of loss, of being somehow cheated by life and love. Now, the real work of relationship begins as we start the process of learning how to deal with conflict, and create the intimacy we seek, and interweave that with the independence which is an essential part of our human condition. Of course, inside our deliberately unequal power relationships, the incongruities and confusions are more sharply drawn, and navigating this stage is often more complex and more treacherous: How do I tell you that I want and need your control and attention without, simultaneously, creating a circumstance where I am, in fact, the one who controls?
As we struggle to adjust to the reality of our relationships, disillusionment deepens, and we tend to disagree more. We may argue more. Partners dig in their heels and battle lines are drawn. What was once, sweet, sexy, and thrilling turns into a battleground as we find ourselves mired in a daily power struggle. No matter the agreements, and whatever the labels we adopt, this stage is part of the relational work for those of us in power based dynamics just as it is for the more vanilla couple. All of our lifestyle specific trappings cannot protect us from the work of this stage. We are not immune from the requirements of this stage: learning to listen, to negotiate, to seek mutual solutions, and to care for ourselves and one another. As we struggle with our disappointments and broken places, we (hopefully) choose to stay in the relationship, even as it may seem tempting to leave. If we stay; if we manage to weather the storms and battles of this stage, perhaps we will have the chance to grow and strengthen the bonds that will hold us together into the future. It is, often, an exhausting, wrenching, painful process.
Sooner or later, all is laid bare. Over time, we learn to really know who our partner is, limitations and all. Whereas the original commitment we make is typically based on projections of fantasy, now we can ask and answer the essential question: “Knowing all of it, do you still want to stay?” This is the time of re-evaluation and, perhaps, reinvestement. Especially for those of us in power-based relationships, this is a passage through uncertainty -- a time when the hot, sexy passions fade into memory. Unless partners are willing to do the hard, personal work of understanding their own part in the disappointments; unless we are willing to confront our own fears and wounded places; unless we are willing to endure a period of limited gratification and security; unless we are each up to the task of staying present and honoring our commitments as we develop as separate people; there is a real likelihood that our once luminous dreams may crash and shatter.
Finally, most relationship experts assure us that if we can survive, relationships re-awaken. I have to rely on the experts here. We are, I think (I hope), at the beginnings of this part of the work. My sincere hope is that they have it right. In the re-awakening stage, people understand the realities, and decide to try again. Now, knowing about all the differences, and with a shared history of conflicts resolved, we have the tools needed for growth and change. Once we come to the point of accepting that life and love are never going to be “perfect,” and that we really can’t change another person, we are ready to start working to create an honest, genuine intimate relationship. In this stage, partners finally get that no relationship can ever “save” us. Whatever scars we bear, they will not go away just because we are in a relationship. However, now the war is over, the conflicts are accepted, and there is a sincere desire to learn how to work through the issues, and find a satisfying place to live together.
Some relationships make it. Most don’t. According to the people that do this kind of research, only 5% of couples ever reach the final stage of "complete acceptance." This is the point at which, each person takes responsibility for their own needs, for their own individual lives, and also for providing support for their partner. And that is a scary thing in a relationship that self-defines as unequal. I think that it is particularly hard for the “one down” member in a power dynamic to understand that they do have a responsibility for themselves -- a responsibility that has to be fulfilled if the relationship is to survive and thrive. Does the “top” of the dynamic have the same ambivalence about all of that? I cannot tell. It seems to me that this is all very convoluted, and my efforts to untangle it, from my perspective are likely matched by Him. How He perceives all of this -- you would have to ask Him. In the end, if it all comes together, couples develop relationships filled with warmth and balance. They learn to navigate through the inevitable conflicts, and they mostly avoid resentment and nasty surprises. Once you have dragged each other through all of that “stuff,” you know what you are getting -- no denial and no fantasy. Working together with clear vision, couples who have learned to really accept one another learn the ways to maintain their connection AND their own identities.
From what I have learned, the stages of our relational lives are pretty consistent. Most of us traverse the various stages, assuming that our relationships endure long enough for that to happen, and that is true no matter how different our relationships might appear on the face of it all. Navigating all of the various stages can be a challenge. There are difficulties to spare along that path. However, the structural stages are not the only set of issues that most relationships must deal with. There are “seasons” to our relationships as well.
Just as our familiar, annual calendar cycles through from spring to summer to autumn, our intimate lives experience passages that mirror that cyclic shifting. We have periods in our intimate lives that seem lively and fresh and new, and we have corresponding periods of declining heat and vigor. The events of our physical lives push us through the highs and lows of our days and nights, and we respond to what IS with shifts in our energy and vitality. I imagine that anyone who has spent much time in a close relationship has experienced times that might be compared to the seasons of summer or fall or winter or spring. Just as my spring tulips bloom and wither to be replaced by the phlox and blanket flower of July; just as the blazing oranges and reds of the autumn give way to the stark blacks of bare branches against winter gray skies; the intimate connection between us ebbs and flows, blooms and fades -- over and over and over. The trick to riding through the seasons of our relationships is that the seasons overlay themselves on that other pattern of stages. There are ripples and reflections and interference patterns in our lives, and it is easy to get turned around and disoriented by all the variations and nuances. Add in some days of moodiness, exhaustion, frustration, illness, loss, and all the other bits of being a living, breathing, human animal -- and there should be no surprise that things get bumpy.
I don't have the fix for any of that, and I don't imagine that all of that sort of "heady," intellectual babbling will make the least bit of difference to anyone but me. I can't picture the me of eleven years ago believing that the bright promising future that I saw from that vantage could possibly hold so much trauma and turmoil. Funny how that works -- we can never see beyond what we can see. And so it is and so it will likely always be. I've often thought that some of this writing is about leaving signposts for those who might wander by. So here it is -- another one of those signposts.
swan
6/26/2013
The End of DOMA
It is a good day.
Today, the United States Supreme Court declared that the federal Defense of Marriage Act, known as DOMA (1996) is unconstitutional -- that legally married same-sex couples cannot be discriminated against in terms of taxes, social security, and about 1000 other advantages and benefits granted to married couples by federal law.
The Court also sent the case of California's Proposition 8 back to the district court where judges backed the state’s top officials who have said same-sex marriage is a matter of equal rights.
It is a good day. Not a great day, but still, a very good day.
It will be a great day when all people have the right to marry whomever they choose; when the government removes itself from the business of marriage; when marriage becomes a matter of personal choice. That day is not yet, but it is closer because of today's Court rulings, and the work done by so many to bring us to this point.
Today, fair minded people ought to join our LGBTQ friends and neighbors in celebrating the victories won. Tomorrow, the battle continues.
swan
Today, the United States Supreme Court declared that the federal Defense of Marriage Act, known as DOMA (1996) is unconstitutional -- that legally married same-sex couples cannot be discriminated against in terms of taxes, social security, and about 1000 other advantages and benefits granted to married couples by federal law.
The Court also sent the case of California's Proposition 8 back to the district court where judges backed the state’s top officials who have said same-sex marriage is a matter of equal rights.
It is a good day. Not a great day, but still, a very good day.
It will be a great day when all people have the right to marry whomever they choose; when the government removes itself from the business of marriage; when marriage becomes a matter of personal choice. That day is not yet, but it is closer because of today's Court rulings, and the work done by so many to bring us to this point.
Today, fair minded people ought to join our LGBTQ friends and neighbors in celebrating the victories won. Tomorrow, the battle continues.
swan
6/21/2013
Please Tell Me I'm Not the Only One...
OK.
Someone please tell me that I am not the only one who listens to the news headlines in the last couple of days: "One Million Brazillians," and pictures something besides people marching in the streets!
Seriously?
swan
Someone please tell me that I am not the only one who listens to the news headlines in the last couple of days: "One Million Brazillians," and pictures something besides people marching in the streets!
Seriously?
swan
6/17/2013
Meaning
When I went to the emergency room last month, I was cared for in the very first minutes by a big, deep-voiced, brusque but very competent, African American nurse who was the first person to ask me about the cutting on my back in ... forever. FOREVER.
I know it is there. I know that people, especially medical professionals see it. The technicians who do my mammograms see it. The dermatologist sees it. Probably there are others who have seen it over the years, but it never evokes any comment. No one seems the least bit interested in what it might be, or what it might connote.
And so, the question coming as it did out of the blue after years and years, caught me off guard: "What does this T E on your back mean?" I muttered something about it being a very long, very old story, and let it go at that. So did she. But, I have been plunged into a month of wondering, after almost eleven years, what those old scars do mean.
I know what they meant then, when we did it. I remember how intensely I wanted to belong to Him, and I remember that having those marks meant that we were connected in blood and flesh, but also in spirit, mind, and heart. I remember what He said they meant to Him ... that He felt He had freed marks that were on my soul to become evident on my flesh. To Him, and to me, it was that cutting that signified our bond and our commitment to one another. I remember the long period during which we did not allow the cuts to heal, working instead to cause scarring that would remain visible -- and it has done that. I remember the burning and itching that drove me to distraction; that can still flare up and live, even now, in the flesh on my shoulder blade.
Of course, we have passed through fire and storm, and nothing is as it was. Today, the marks remain. We are alive, and our love continues. The marks are still, obviously there. But the trust and the faith and the simple belief that we were meant to be? All of that is gone. The willingness to hold onto each other and risk everything is blown away. I don't think we'll ever find that again. And so... if there remains any meaning in the marks on my skin, it is the meaning that one finds in any bit of history...
swan
I know it is there. I know that people, especially medical professionals see it. The technicians who do my mammograms see it. The dermatologist sees it. Probably there are others who have seen it over the years, but it never evokes any comment. No one seems the least bit interested in what it might be, or what it might connote.
And so, the question coming as it did out of the blue after years and years, caught me off guard: "What does this T E on your back mean?" I muttered something about it being a very long, very old story, and let it go at that. So did she. But, I have been plunged into a month of wondering, after almost eleven years, what those old scars do mean.
I know what they meant then, when we did it. I remember how intensely I wanted to belong to Him, and I remember that having those marks meant that we were connected in blood and flesh, but also in spirit, mind, and heart. I remember what He said they meant to Him ... that He felt He had freed marks that were on my soul to become evident on my flesh. To Him, and to me, it was that cutting that signified our bond and our commitment to one another. I remember the long period during which we did not allow the cuts to heal, working instead to cause scarring that would remain visible -- and it has done that. I remember the burning and itching that drove me to distraction; that can still flare up and live, even now, in the flesh on my shoulder blade.
Of course, we have passed through fire and storm, and nothing is as it was. Today, the marks remain. We are alive, and our love continues. The marks are still, obviously there. But the trust and the faith and the simple belief that we were meant to be? All of that is gone. The willingness to hold onto each other and risk everything is blown away. I don't think we'll ever find that again. And so... if there remains any meaning in the marks on my skin, it is the meaning that one finds in any bit of history...
swan
6/15/2013
Driving
We have driven 1000 miles in three days.
Thursday, we drove from here to Washington, D.C., to attend the graduation celebration for my granddaughter. We stayed in the tiniest hotel room I have ever seen -- a real throwback to the early sixties. It was certainly not opulent, and we joked that we couldn't both breathe at the same time. It was inexpensive, clean, and serviceable. In our nation's capital, finding inexpensive lodging is not a small thing.
Yesterday, we took the Metro into the heart of the city, and walked the mall from the Washington Monument to the Capital steps and back. It was probably 3-1/2 hours of walking out in the sun; really a beautiful day. We found a wonderful mortar and pestle to bring home for our T, and were back to the hotel in time to get ready for the evening with the graduate.
The group that gathered for the party was eclectic, interesting, and really a lot of fun. It was neat to be able to visit with my granddaughter, my daughter, and granddaughter's mother. Granddaughter's father was also there, but not a very social or friendly sort of guy. We had a nice meal and a great evening.
This morning, we got up early, ate breakfast, and packed the car. By about 8:15, we were on the road and headed home. It was just after 6 when we pulled into our driveway. Everything has been hauled in, and unpacked. The tomato plants have been watered. The cats are settled in...having forgiven us for our unexcused absence.
We are exhausted! T will have dinner for us at 8:00, and I'm betting that is it for us this day. We just can't do this like we used to do... Sheesh!
swan
Thursday, we drove from here to Washington, D.C., to attend the graduation celebration for my granddaughter. We stayed in the tiniest hotel room I have ever seen -- a real throwback to the early sixties. It was certainly not opulent, and we joked that we couldn't both breathe at the same time. It was inexpensive, clean, and serviceable. In our nation's capital, finding inexpensive lodging is not a small thing.
Yesterday, we took the Metro into the heart of the city, and walked the mall from the Washington Monument to the Capital steps and back. It was probably 3-1/2 hours of walking out in the sun; really a beautiful day. We found a wonderful mortar and pestle to bring home for our T, and were back to the hotel in time to get ready for the evening with the graduate.
The group that gathered for the party was eclectic, interesting, and really a lot of fun. It was neat to be able to visit with my granddaughter, my daughter, and granddaughter's mother. Granddaughter's father was also there, but not a very social or friendly sort of guy. We had a nice meal and a great evening.
This morning, we got up early, ate breakfast, and packed the car. By about 8:15, we were on the road and headed home. It was just after 6 when we pulled into our driveway. Everything has been hauled in, and unpacked. The tomato plants have been watered. The cats are settled in...having forgiven us for our unexcused absence.
We are exhausted! T will have dinner for us at 8:00, and I'm betting that is it for us this day. We just can't do this like we used to do... Sheesh!
swan
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