julietsierra
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ORIGINAL: Stephann You're human? I love working as a computer tech. Yet part of that job has meant, occasionally, throwing out the garbage in my office. It's a crappy part of a great job. You don't always feel excited to engage in every part of the relationship; yet ultimately, it's not about loving every element, but rather feeling content with the work you've done at the end of the day. Stephan I love what I do for a living too. Yet, there are days when I just do NOT want to go to work. It doesn't mean I love my job any less. It doesn't mean I'm not good at it. It doesn't mean I should look for a different occupation. It just means that for that one day, that one moment in time, I just didn't want to go to work. I don't think there's some big bad ulterior motive behind the times you're more reluctant to do something than the times you're racing to get it done even before the words "yes Sir" are out of your mouth (or whatever you might be prone to saying). It's a moment in time - nothing more. It's that you're tired, or warm and cuddly or just plain feeling like you need to be intentionally slug-like at that moment. And it certainly doesn't mean you're compromising your feministic tendencies (whatever THAT means). It means you're you. And the person who has you hopefully appreciates/likes/loves/you pick the verb all of you - even the slug-like side of you. And here's something else... Some dominants/Masters/etc out there really WANT someone who will be able to stand up to the crap when it hits the fan. They WANT someone that they can rely on to do what's necessary without always having to pick up pieces, bolster, or determine the fate of what happens next. I belong to someone like that. I'm constantly hearing from others what he doesn't do. I rather like what he DOES do. He holds me to his standard of obedience all while desiring, needing and demanding a sense of partnership with him. He WANTS me to be very independent while at the same time, obedient to him. It's a hard line to walk - but we both like it that way very much. He likes watching me struggle; I like struggling to overcome something and the feeling I get when I know I have. He likes watching my joy at accomplishing something I thought I'd never do (and I'm sure he loves that I generally thank him afterwards for forcing me along that road, cause I also have slug-like attributes and might not ever have engaged in that struggle if it hadn't been for him.) And I have no problem whatsoever with feminism. One person's definition might not be mine, but if it works for them, then fantastic. Just as I don't allow others to define my relationship, I also don't allow others to define me. And really... I really don't care how someone else defines feminism. Their perceptions have nothing to do with me and mine, so I leave them to their own ideas and live up to the standards imposed by mine. juliet
< Message edited by julietsierra -- 4/19/2008 5:42:36 AM >
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