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tameddemon -> : Why I love Female Power, from a man who submits (12/2/2007 2:44:49 PM)
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After chatting with a fellow member on here I found my thoughts drifting to female superiority, what it means to me, and how I hold this belief as a thinking rational man and not as some sort of fantasy roleplay.
I think initially all submissives start their journey in fantasy. As eager teenagers we fantasised about islands full of dominating women, where female rule was the order of the day. These were fine for me at the time, but they bear little relation to my views today. The women were invariably dressed according to my fantasy and were always doing what I wanted them to do. A very obvious 'topping from the bottom' scenario. But I fervently believed that I was a'female supremacist'. In truth that meant that I thought the fantasy was hot, and after orgasm, thought the whole thing faintly silly.
I stayed on the journey and my thoughts and feelings deepened and became richer. As an intelligent man, I often asked myself whether female supremacy was a viable and valid doctrine in this world, or whether it still belonged to the fantasy realm. Eventually I managed to reconcile it and I wanted to post a little to perhaps start a discussion on this.
It always seemed to me to be clearly absurd to say women were superior to men in all things. When I discussed this with people, those who took most offense to my questioning this were often those dedicated to mainting the fantasy view rather than moving towards an integrated real world stance on female supremacy. Men were clearly physically stronger and had other areas in which they had excelled.I also didn't subscribe to the 'if women ruled the world there would be no more wars' view, as leaders such as Margaret Thatcher and Golda Meir had proved just as bloodthirsty, and in many cases more so, than men. I was also acutely aware that the world of female domination was dominated by women offering a fantasy mistress service for a price, and this seemed at odds with my feelings.
And yet, and yet, I kept being drawn back to this view of gynarchy. It seemed to come from deep within, from my soul, and I wanted to give it expression. While it became clear to me that not every woman was better than every man in all categories, there were so many areas that were worth celebrating, indeed even adoring and worshipping. Women seemed to have a connection to the universe's deepest secrets, something that men in pursuit of wealth and power had ignored. And there was something radiant about this power that women could easily tap into, something that could make any man fall to his knees in awe. Women seemed to me to be the very guardians and custodians of life itself. Life is created in their womb, they nurture it shpeherd it and bring it forth. There was something inexcapabaly powerful in the image of every man being brought forth, created, by women. We all enter this world through the gateway of a woman. She is our origin, and servitude seemed to me to be a proper repayment of the debt we owed her. Women seemed to me free of the burdens of testosterone, and so were a grounding force in the universe. Men so often chase thir desires for lust, power and wealth, being knocked off centre so easily. Women, if they tap into their primal power, stay rooted in the power of the universe and can pull a man up short instantly. Indeed I was begining to notice more women who were aware of this power and as a result, like great burning suns, were drawing more and more men into their orbit.
There was something true about this, something beyond fantasy, something that made woman worship an almost holy pursuit. It was a deep truth that lay beneath the theatre and pageantry of this world. And the more I discovered women who tapped into it the more I realised that it was impossible not to surrender to their power. What had beceome clear to me was that whilst women may not be superior to all men in all categories, certainly in the areas which *I* valued, which I held most dear, they were so far ahead as for their to be no contest. For me the superiority was clear. And when I realised this something clicked into my being and I too felt the gravitational pull of being drawn around those great suns. I beagn to see that surrendering to a woman's leadership and control, especially one in tune with a sense of her own power, was an almost spiritual path, and one that had become a worthy life goal.
Those are my views.
Any thoughts?
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