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What a question... and in answer - two weeks ago, approximately 3 years ago and all my life. No, this has nothing to do with multiple personality disorder, lol, but rather the difficulty for a male to become aware of the very concept of male submission in a highly patriarchal society. Ok, more in-detail (bet you wish you hadn't asked now)... All my life ------------ Recently I realized, looking back, that submissiveness is nothing new to me. OK, I was a lousy housekeeper as a kid, but when someone was sick, there I was. I made very few heroes in my childhood and teens - most of the powerful figures I knew of were men and they didn't "speak" to me. Those I did make included Boudicca (an Iceni queen who led an ultimately failed revolt against the Romans), Maid Marion (who I think I always suspected was a quiet dominant, a witch, women of power, wise woman, who was more of the organizing and focal point of the Merry Men than Robin Hood could ever have been), and Mary Reid and Anne Bonny (two women pirates who stood on deck fighting the british which Calico Jack and his boys were cowering below deck). Sexual fantasies fell into two primary areas - either revenge fantasies against a female abuser I had (which never sat easy with me), or fantasies of being with a dominant female (Boudicca for instance) which were very beautiful to me. My favorite Rock stars tended to be women (and lets face it, we idolize our rock stars). In my teens I experienced "a look" from one teenage gal who could almost make me fall to my knees and beg to kiss her feet with that "look". And I could add many, many more signs that - had the society even HINTED that men could be submissive - add up to a lifetime of being an unrealizing submissive male. Of course, the question was about when you realized, so lets move on. About 3 Years ago (age 34) -------------------------------- My wife and I put a bet on the soccer world cup final - whoever lost was the sexual toy of the other for the day. I was fortunate enough to lose the bet. I'd been blindfolded by her once before (at my choice), but this was the first time that a power exchange was vocalized like that. Nothing major happened: a little light bondage, a little play with nails, she made me do a couple of things with her, and a lot of basically vanilla stuff under the auspices of her having the decisions about what happened. OH. HOLY. SHIT! My toes were curling for days. I yielded power to her. I told her that I felt like I'd suddenly come alive. We explored a little of BDSM but, as a survivor herself, her reading of the more sadistic elements etc (as well as her misperception that it was up to her to think of things to do to me, rather than up to her to have done whatever the hell she wanted whether it was to me or to her), things fell apart really fast and really painfully. I won't go into detail, but suffice it to say that, for the safety of our marriage, I ended up having to play vanilla and spent the next three years wondering why I wanted to be submissive when it didn't fit in with the life I had. Let's move on 3 years. About 2 weeks ago (age 37) -------------------------------- Working through some information on self-esteem I discovered this concept coming up again and again and again - "self acceptance". I was also going through another time of "needing" submission, and thus the "why do you want to be submissive" question was burning in my mind. Suddenly, in the same way that the random droplets of water that make up a cloud form into a picture of a ship or dragon in your mind, I saw something I had never seen before. I don't "want" to be submissive any more than I "want" to be male or "want" to be British. There are problems and advantages from ALL of those categories, but more than that, they are simply WHO and WHAT I am. I'm male, I'm British and... oh my, I'm submissive. It wasn't a desire, it was simply something that "fit" more than any other aspect of my life, and the thing about myself I found most easy to love and accept. Well, after then, I decided to stealth-serve my wife (not tell her why I was so compliant). She wondered what was happening and asked. I explained what I'd realized... and... she accepted that about me. Now, how that will play out in the long run I don't know. But that's the story of how I can to understand what I was, and that it wasn't just a desire to be a certain way or experience a certain thing.
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