melycious -> RE: a thing called subspace (7/22/2004 1:12:16 PM)
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~reposting something i wrote previously to another list.... *grins.. and the ferret has recovered fully.. as will my checkbook some day.. the kiddo graduated and the other one did awesome in her summer course LOL~ Coping or Cop-Out? ~grins~ amazing what an awesome weekend can do to ones writing volume! O.k. I’m driving home from the vet’s, and the thoughts are running crazy.. so I’ll throw them out there and see what kind of discussion we can get started, or who wants to pay for my mental health treatment. I think for the most part... I would have to consider myself a bottom, as opposed to a sub, and definitely, slave would never describe me. For the most part I’m content with this label (which works well as a label only in that it makes most of us have a common vocabulary); I say that, because I don’t want the discussion to get bogged down in the labeling section. I am a bottom simply because the part that makes me submissive doesn’t exist in my life right now. It’s a choice, between, not playing or playing, between being involved on a level that is comfortable to me, or not being involved at all. I have been submissive in the past, for someone who saw me in the role, it was a comfortable fine role, but it was definitely defined by who I was with and my thoughts about it, rather then any basic value on my submission. I know folks who truly are submissive, their submission spans time, person, place, it simply is... mostly I envy those folks, to be able to give in such a way, without feeling as though you are compromising or not conforming , must be a wonderful thing. Over the years, I have tried to be like that, only to discover it’s not me, I’m ok with this now. I also know folks who simply are bottoms, not submissive; they gain their pleasures from things other then giving up the control and finding peace in that. As with all things, this lifestyle, journey, whatever you want to call it, is always about what works for you, it’s individual and unique to the time, person and place. So I’m driving home from the vets, having left the poor sad very sick ferret there, for tests, x-rays etc, wondering how I will tell the child graduating from 6th grade tonight, that her beloved ferret is in the hospital and may not make it. Along with those thoughts, are jobs I need to finish, so they are out of the way, plans for my son’s upcoming graduation, and the resulting crush of relatives that will be descending on me, quickly followed by plans for my daughter leaving for a college summer course, at age 16, then to college orientation the following weekend, worried about friends who are struggling at the moment, coupled with all those day to day things, such as groceries, laundry etc. Nothing really all that new or different, just life, with all its turns and issues that we all deal with. As I’m coming up with a plan to deal with all of those things... here is my thought... how I wish, I could find a few days, hide away.and totally submit, to be nothing but there, to give without thought, without cost, to exist for someone elses pleasure.. I call it sinking into submission, and I was almost giddy at the thought of it. It’s not something I want to do day in and day out, but at this point, it seemed so basic and critical to my life that even I was stunned. Which led me to the question, are these thoughts a way to cope, or a way to cop-out? Does wanting this make me less capable? Am I looking for a way to not cope? Or am I simply using tools at my disposable to find order in my life? As with all things, I will find the answers, but it occurred to me, that it was a good discussion ………… are there times when sinking into submission is the same thing as sinking into a large blender full of margaritas? Is it bad? Good? Does it make you a wanttobe?
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