RemoteUser -> RE: Vulnerabilities of Dominants (3/8/2015 9:50:12 PM)
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Back to the topic... I spent most of my younger years stumbling around with all my feelings locked up because society in general encouraged me to. If you really want a taste of what older men had to deal with as kids, then here are a few things to chew on for thought: If I hugged my father for too long, I got smacked, because "only faggots do that". If I complained that a girl kicked me in the face, I was told not to hit them back because "you just can't do that to girls". If I said I was angry, I was told that I had a problem and to deal with it on my own, "like a real man would". If I cried and I wasn't bleeding, I was told "pussies cry, not boys" - not just at home or school, at church, at a hospital once. This is just a small sample. It is very illustrative, though, isn't it. Those quotations are not air quotes, either, they are verbatim things that were said to me. As far as relationships go, I have been told by several different partners what they thought a man should do and be, how they should act, dress, talk, socialize, and frankly any such conversation draws a blank look from me. Forget that a woman is telling a man what a man should be, why are they telling me who to be? What is theoretically wrong with me that needs changing? Probably a few things, hey, I'm not perfect. My existence doesn't revolve around the fact that I was born with a penis, though. From a very young age I was always a person who believed in equality, and while growing up has jaded me to the perils of trying to place sensibility over reality, I'm still that person at heart. A woman might have nice tits, but they don't define her; why does my scrotum dictate whether I hold a door for someone? (I do hold doors for others, though, but I do it regardless of gender, as an act of courtesy. If you want to blame my nationality for that, I don't mind.) This doesn't mean I can't engage in sexual degredation, either, but that's a party hat I put on for certain parties, and it's not a permanent fixture. I'm vulnerable, like anyone else, to certain things, and denying that seems like a great way to grow a neurosis. I'm crazy enough, I won't do that on purpose to myself. People can accept that or not. If they choose to see me as something or than what I am, it is their most unfortunate loss, and I won't scold them on top of that loss, I'm not foolishly proud.
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