CynthiaWVirginia -> RE: Would you be less inclined to submit to a man who'd been raped? (9/19/2011 6:03:08 PM)
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If it is possible to love and lust against one's will, then there is certainly a dark corollary. Why is it so hard to admit it? Why should you, the woman whose deepest instinct cringes at the thought of mating with a male bitch--an inferior protector--be any more ashamed of what you can't help than a man should be of his forcibly penetrated asshole? ***** But I think that's your rational brain talking. Your morality. If there's an amoral, reptilian part with other ideas, and you're aware of it, I'm brazenly asking you to cop to it. Not revel in it, unless you want to--just cop to it. Yes, I have both loved, and lusted others, at different times against my will before. It's possible because we have to go to school with other people whether we like it or not, and we cannot choose our neigbors or workmates to avoid this either. If a problem comes up we are caged, and the attractions escalate if we cannot put them in the past, behind us. I have been miserable and nobody knew, until next year when I was moved to a different state and a new school, or else changed jobs or shifts to avoid contact with that person. It is a royal bitch to have an attraction to a married person, or to someone who is truly beneath you. That covered my thoughts on your first sentence, and as for the rest in that first paragraph... Not everyone is hardwired the way you think. My inner reptile was influenced by how I grew up; around males who were supposed to be protectors but were abusive instead. Somehow, I flunked learning that males are supposed to be protectors...this is part of my instinct now, not to trust men with power until they have proven themselves to me. No lover has ever protected me before. Not even my feelings. I am with someone entirely different from any past lover or male family member. Unlike the others who could have filled the role, physically, of protector but had no emotional motivation to ever do so...my sub is the opposite. His mining injury was severe and a punch to the head or jaw could kill him, or worse. (I cannot risk enjoying face slapping, and have to be careful not to otherwise jerk his head around on his neck when I grab a fist full of his hair and pull on it.) At the same time, it is so very hard to get used to...and believe what I clearly see...that all of his instincts roar loudly to protect me, especially from any male aggression. While some may see his injury as making him an "inferior protector" I cannot possibly see him as...less. I might have to channel his feelings into a more safe outlet of expression, but at the same time my inner beast is so surprised and awed to have found someone who is truly my knight in every way that counts the most. He is something I had given up on ever finding...kind of like when I was a little girl and believed in winged dragons, unicorns, and faeries...and then had to grow up and see that they were just the stuff of fantasies. Imagine my disbelief when I discovered my real, live "unicorn"...my rational brain is throwing fits over this, but there is no way I can invalidate that he exists, and I have to get used to having my world tip upside down. By someone that others might consider inferior because of the trauma he had survived. Besides, his own PTSD (remember that a mountain caved in on him, breaking his skull and other bones as well as scarring up internal organs...being a suvivor does not mean that someone has a weak character) has made him able to read me...in almost a psychic way...so that he serves my best interests better. He doesn't see me as broken or weak for being a survivor, or as any less dominant just because I have been raped in the past, or put into a position where I had to submit to survive. My past has given me a lot of strengths that I bring into our relationship, and how my brain misfires sometimes and starts a chemical cocktail called a panic attack is just something we have to deal with. To show you how nonsensical they can be, I had one earlier today...triggered by my bending over the bathtub to get an empty bowl of water I leave there for my cats and filled it up. During my last visit to my sub, I was sitting at his computer chair, one hand teasing his dangly bits while I had his arse in my face...so I could keep biting it. I was having a great time, and the panic attack hit me from out of nowhere. I told him immediately and had him turn, bend down and hug me and pet my back for twenty minutes until the nasty adrenaline was reabsorbed. I would send my sub into this thread and have him answser this question from the point of view of, "Would you be less inclined to submit to a Domme who'd been raped?" if that would interest you. This can cut both ways as I HAVE had male subs see me as less because I am a survivor. Some have been unable to see my strengths because my past history gets in the way, and they have seen panic attacks as evidence that I am a broken person who needs more counseling to "cure" me. I have scars, not fresh wounds. There is no fairy godmother who can wave her magic wand, erasing past horrors so completely that her beneficiary is transformed into someone else...a person whose life has never been touched by the evil of others. <rant over> [;)] As for this part: If there's an amoral, reptilian part with other ideas, and you're aware of it, I'm brazenly asking you to cop to it. I find it immoral that the reptilian part of my brain, my instincts, assume the worst can happen in every possible situation. It is the moral, rational part of my brain that forces me to balance this out with an almost childlike Polyanna mindset. I cannot exist in a world where I am caged in by my seige mentality, so "expecting the worst, but hoping for the best" works for me and keeps me in balance/harmony with the world. When I loan money, it is done with the complete acceptance of never getting it back...if it comes back to me I am almost surprised, as well as joyful. When entering a relationship, I cop to...expecting the worst...besides, why should I be one of the few exceptions in this world who find true happiness and love that lasts? I hope for something more...but at the same time, it is very scary to risk everything by setting one's hopes too high. I am not masochistic enough to do that to myself again; been there, done that when I was a teenager. My internal reptile learned to be biased and wary during childhood, when my father/protector beat me half to death over the most trivial things, and from my first boyfriend who got tired of my trying to talk things through with him one day and decided to strangle me until I was passing out just to shut me up. My internal beast is a very wary one...and yes, I am indeed coping to that, without any apologies for being unfair and even prejudiced when it comes to deciding if I want a certain man in my life. Since my boy cannot help but push a great many bad buttons of mine, it is a testament to how damned good his courtship...and his intent and motivation...that he is getting around my vanilla side and is making me trust him more than I thought was even possible. Of course for every major step forward, my reptilian brain makes me take two steps back until I am okay with the new territory gained. For those who see me as less dominant after admitting all this...oh well. [:D] I am who I am and manage leadership relationships anyway; my greatest strengths arise...from all my broken places.
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