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Showing posts with label kink. Show all posts
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Thursday, 10 November 2011

'Feminazism'?

My FL feed informed me that there’s a newish group called something like ‘the Anti feminism league’ (and full of engaging and intellectual discourse they are too. Snort). But even though these particular individuals aren't really worth considering, this started a train of thought I'd like to consider here. 
One of the trends on FL I find mystifying is the increasingly pervasive idea that an involvement with kink (even if it is M/f and/ or TPE) should automatically render any association with feminism obsolete. Even in CNC relationships there is that initial consent, where one chooses who to give oneself to, or who to submit to, and if one has kids one chooses who to allow into their lives etc. As I see it, this initial choice is really important. It was a choice made of people’s free will, usually after receiving an education. And of course the majority of us being on FL probably indicates we are to some degree in a privileged environment. Lucky us with our computers and our choices I say. I for one would rather not give that up in a hurry.
But of course the majority of kinky people are not in CNC, and most people chanting anti feminist rhetoric are simultaneously chanting the mantra of SSC. I wonder though, where the ‘consensual’ part of SSC comes into their longing for a world without any place for the aims or achievements of feminism. 
Electing to live one’s life a certain way, is never the same as not having a choice, and it seems that this is frequently forgotten.
Lots of women in kink want the right to dress as they please without fear of violation. They want to post photos of themselves in nothing but nipple clamps and a smile not be judged or assaulted by all and sundry. Their men usually want the same thing for them. How is this desire opposed to feminism?
‘I love being raped!’ I hear women cry (one of my favourite examples was a woman who said ‘she liked to hang around dark car parks on her own hoping some man would rape her’ for the sexiness of it all). But wanting your own choice of man to shove his cock into you forcefully, with your consent (whatever form that may take, CNC included) does not mean you generically love a random spot of rape, even if you use the phrase for titillation. Unless we think the idea of our daughters, Mothers and any other men or women having a violent stranger, relative, or acquaintance forcibly violate them, then we are not skippety happy regarding the realities of rape. It’s that easy. You may like rough sex. You may have rape fantasies. You may have elected of your own free will (there it is again) to enter into CNC with all that that entails. But as an across the board matter I doubt most people would be just thrilled if for example the scary dude you cross the road to avoid raped your child or your sister or your Dad now would you?
You may like being beaten, but I bet you anything you like you wouldn’t want that to be at the hands of just any old person who decided they wanted to kick you about, free of even any thought of ramifications or a personal connection.  Choice counts.
Most people want to have a choice who they fuck/ engage in kink with/ marry/ reproduce with etc. If you disagree ask yourself how you would feel if the man you detest most in the world had the right to forcibly fuck you, take your money, marry you, lock you up, and beat you legitimately. Or do that your kids/ sister/ brother/ parents/ friends. Deciding to elect to use your right to submit to someone is not the same as having this enforced on all people across the board. This is the key point that I see forgotten on FL time and time again. The fact that someone is in an M/f relationship, or a CNC one doesn’t  mean they need to be opposed to many of the principles of feminism across the board.
Submission of the voluntarily variety (be that for a limited period or for all time) in no way automatically negates the core principles of feminism. Personally, if I woke up tomorrow, overwhelmed with a longing to become submissive I bloody well would be. Not in spite of being feminist but because of it. Feminism is about trying to attain equality of choice for people, and as such if someone elects of their own free will to submit I support their right to do so. In fact if someone attempted to take away my freedom to submit if the desire came upon me I would be very vocal about my thoughts on the matter (submissively and gracefully I'm sure. Heh). I want that right even if I don't choose to enact it. I want the right to choose how I relate to people, and I want everyone else to have that too.  And we need feminism as much as we need all kinds of social constructs to have that. Think where we would be otherwise;
Like sex? Whore! You should be stoned to death.
Forced to have sex ? Child rape victim? Whore! You should be stoned to death! 
Ever been sexual with someone of the same sex as yourself? See above. Or if you’re ‘lucky’ maybe a bit of " corrective rape " may be the answer.
Or perhaps you would really have loved your young self or your female children to be subject to some female genital mutilation 
If you are on FL you have access to technology and the internet. Would you prefer to never have that option? Would you prefer to not have been allowed access to basic education perhaps? Do you want the option to vote? Even if you choose not to vote, or to give your vote to your other to use, do you want to be denied that option by random strangers? Or how about the option to drive? Or the ability to work, earn money and decide where that goes (even if it goes to someone else you chose to be in charge of such things).
Then we have the rampant misunderstandings of feminism, assuming or claiming it’s all about female supremacy or the subjugation of men. This is glaringly incorrect. There is no place for the notion of any gender supremacy in feminism. Principles regarding equality do not allow for such things by default.
And all these points are one that I think need considering before trying to be cute and trotting out trite phrases about ‘feminazis’.  
As for the percentage of men who stride around FL loudly booming that they are against that bad, bad feminism I’d ask this. Let’s assume for the sake of demographic ease that you are a heterosexual dominant male and you have a female submissive mate. Do you want her to submit to random male authority out of fear, or just submit to yours? Do you want any dude who wants to fuck her to be able to do so without it being an issue? Would you want her stigmatised or mistreated for that?  Do you want her to not be able to earn money if necessary/ desired? Do you want any kids you may have to grow up in that world? Or for your woman to not have access to contraception/ give birth without health provision? I rather doubt that in most cases, because I refuse to believe that most men are not decent human beings.  I respect and like a great deal of men you see.
Moaning that essentially ‘girls are mean now’ is lame and the men who do that really need to up their game. Incidentally calling any random woman you don’t like a cunt doesn’t actually do that nor does attempting to patronise, or threatening violence (I have had so many rape threats on FL it is unhinged and at this stage dull). There are a great deal of really fantastic men on FL, and I don't find they elect to resort to such reductionist behaviour. They don't need to.
How we shape our relationship structures is a personal matter.  What I am in favour of is freedom of choice, for everyone, regardless of something as trite as what genitalia they may have. Obviously we are nowhere near this, but that’s the principle at work in feminism, and one I believe that as members of a sometimes stigmatised subculture we do ourselves a serious disservice by tritely castigating.  
Because if we start generically arguing against core personal freedoms, we ultimately shoot ourselves, and each other, in the foot.

Monday, 11 July 2011

Hello, I seem to have started a blog.

Hello, I'm MT, a dominant woman from the UK. Nice to meet you.
 
Now, at this stage casual readers are possibly already imagining some PVC clad dominatrix strutting archly around in six inch heels, wearing artfully applied make up, a peaked little hat, and a sneer. While I am fond of my lipgloss, and can manage a bloody good sneer on occasion, I am deeply unlikely to be found in a catsuit and skyscraper heels. At the time of writing I am sporting a fetching black tshirt with an 'anatomically correct' mermaid skeleton on bought in Brighton's Kemptown, a black lacy skirt from Monsoon (so edgy!), and men's black biker boots. I imagine the disappointment at this news may be crushing for some, but sadly can't quite find a spare fuck to give despite my best endeavours.

So now we have established that I am not a two dimensional porny dominatrix, who, pray tell, am I? And why do I call myself dominant if I don't even have the good grace to totter around my own home in spike heels and my tits busting out of a corset? Well here, gentle readers, is the abridged version;
 
  • Human being, female genus. Aged 38.
  • Good at control, direction and nifty with the 'Jedi Mind Tricks' of enslavement. I am successfully bossy.
  • Owner of a male slave hereafter known as N, with whom I live in a committed relationship, and love very much. His main duties include making poached eggs, banging my brains out, mending things, loving me and providing nice arms to sleep in, keeping my house infinitely more tidy than it would be left to my own devices, bleeding for me as per my cravings and kink, generally entertaining me, stomping around the house looking sexy in tight tshirts and growling when he's cross, looking after me when I am unwell, receiving pain and humiliation whenever the mood strikes me and managing this mostly with good grace, making the gardens lovely, driving me about much in the manner of Lady Penelope, and making copious amounts of very nice tea.
  • Opinionated, and bright enough to pull it off. I can string a sentence or two together, and people sometimes find what I say on various issues moderately interesting enough to pay me for it.
  • I'm a Sadist. More on this another time (she said, titillatingly).
  • Feminist. By this I mean I believe in the utter rightness of equality for all people, regardless of what they are sporting between their legs. I am categorically not a female supremacist. Female supremacy flies entirely in the face of feminism after all, and, well, the way it's done in BDSM it always looks a bit silly doesn't it? I'm not a Goddess, I'm just an old school, born to rule, woman with attitude (Ra)!

Which I suppose rather brings me back to my opening point. I'm not a FemDom person. I'm not a pro Domme, or a House Domme, or a 'Domme' at all. I'm really just a 38 year old woman with some rather varied life experience, a few thoughts, lots of opinions, a great deal of determination, a slave, a submissive or two here and there, lots of lovely friends, far too many books, and an addiction to Earl Grey. I would also really like to also have shiny hair but that doesn't seem forthcoming anytime soon.

I suppose I should now really cover Why I Think FemDom Stuff Is Bollocks and get that out the way. It's simple really - I'm just not ashamed of being a woman. While I have many flaws as a human being - I leave hair (unshiny) in the plughole of the shower, spend too much time pissing about on the internet when I'm meant to be being productive, and sometimes read texts I need to talk about on the way to talking about them, - the presence of a uterus and inny rather than outy genitals is not something I see as one of these flaws. The truth is that I rather love being a woman.
 
You see, to my mind, the majority of FemDom rhetoric seems to me to have a very low opinion of women - all that subtext screaming out that submitting to a woman is a degrading act is both inane and would piss me right the fuck off. And trying to disguise this tripe by blithering on about how the woman is a Supreme Dominant Goddess usually seems such a craply unconvincing attempt at covering this up, that anyone would think that really it's just an afterthought to try to quasi-legitimise a very fucked up game, having spotted such a major flaw in the 'philosophy'....

I mean, if the best quality person I could find to submit to me was a ‘pathetic little maggot’ then I'd be a pretty shite dominant. I enjoy having people I think highly of submitting to me, that's my thing. It gets me wet, emotionally, politically and sexually.

Speaking of which I also find all the "you have a teeny weeny cock and are a pathetic little worm, boy" stuff cringeworthy. There is a political point coming (no, really), but first the hot stuff; I like fucking. I like fucking very very fucking much indeed. You could say it's my life's work, my calling (when I'm speedily reading those texts on the way to a talk you can usually bet it's because I've been shagging in the time I planned to be diligently working). So anyway, I like sex. And therefore do I want some sexually inept man in my bed? Do I long for someone with a tiny cock? Do I pant with desire and drip down my muscled yet plumptious thighs at this thrilling thought? Does the idea of poor sexual esteem seem likely to you to result in a stupendously brilliant, screamworthy shag? Because it doesn't to me.

I get humiliation, really I do. In fact I somewhat excel at dishing it out. But I like a sexually advanced and depraved man in my bed. I like someone with their Life shit together, who submits to me because they think I'm fucking brilliant, not because they think they're a bit shit, or because they get a naughty little thrill out of lowering themselves to 'submit' to a woman.
 
Really, I find most of this whole FemDom thing about as convincing as telling me that Katie Price with her dysfunctional misery and her sagging silicone and her public desperation is a feminist icon, or that lap dancing clubs with their junked up women who look like orange anorexic depressed drag Queens are havens of female empowerment, or that too tight thong underwear riding up your fanny is sexy and empowering and For Women rather than just an uncomfortable, bulgy-yet-speedy way to get a UTI. Whether the kink the women are servicing is forced feminisation ("degrade me by making me look like some fucked up Eurotrash vision of the feminine. Empowerment baby"!), or whatever, it's just... well aside from being fucked up which is the main point, it's also tacky and I find it really really unsexy. I'm never going to get wet knickers at the thought of a man with hairy stocking-clad legs telling me he has a naughty little maggot between his thighs and he deserves it chopped off for being a bad, bad boy.

And I think that's my real objection to FemDom conventions really. It just seems to me to be a sort of pantomime interactive porn for men, almost designed to degrade women. Lots of men may want women strutting around in spike heels and corsetry, and I don't see that as any different to male dominants who want their chick submissives in white cotton panties and school skirts. And I actually think there's nothing wrong with that, I'm all for people getting their rocks off anyway they please - vive la difference! But if it's only for male fantasy it's not bloody serving me, now is it?

And I like being served. Not as much as I like controlling and being obeyed but I'll take all I can, because I can. I can have what I want, and then some more. I like seeing my man sweat for me while he writhes in pain, or watching his muscles ripple while he works for me. I like him in tight tshirts, and well fitting jeans because he looks shaggable. I like his big strong arms to sleep in, and his lovely fat cock to come on. And more than that, I like my man to be someone I admire and respect, and for the fact I own him to be a reflection of the fact I think he's someone pretty fucking cool.

My kick is owning a three dimensional, intelligent, capable, strong, funny, hot piece of arse who doesn't need to submit to anyone, but submits to me, and totally belongs to me. Who doesn't have to delude himself that I am some pseudo-Goddess poster child for womanhood to deal with me. Who is cool with the fact that I'm a bit fucked up and that means I crave some freaky shit. You see, being a three dimensional woman means I want a three dimensional man to stomp through life having adventures with me.

And being a dominant woman means I want to own him. See? It all makes perfect sense.