Mustardseed
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Joined: 5/27/2006 From: Seattle, WA Status: offline
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I posted this in my CM journal earlier this month: "The Goddess look never goes out of style." I have stickers with this printed on them. I picked these up years ago during what seemed to have been the height of the fat acceptance movement. Once I started hanging out at sex-positive events and reading more online about kink in various forms, I noticed something. The goddess became identified as primiarly dominant women. Some mentioned this in their names somewhere, others were called this by their partners. Oddly, I remember a comment made during a scene for which I was being tied up in a rope dress. The top pulled out the rope he'd selected, which had at least one cable of blue braided through it, and mentioned that he'd specifically picked "goddess colors" for this scene. There more I've thought about some of the play I've been involved in, some of the things I've endured, some of the things I've offered, the less peculiar his selection of rope seems to be. When I was a kid, I got hooked on Greek mythology. As I've learned more about other panetheons, I've noticed a theme of sacrified from the various gods. Isis being stripped of everything that made her a Goddess in order to searching for the remains of her husband. Odin One-Eye hanging upside down with a pierced side for days in order to gain knowledge. Prometheus being eternally tortured for giving fire to humanity. And so on. I'm not writing to deny any top or dominant -- male or female -- their connection to divinity. But I do wonder how many bottoms and submissives feel a parallel connection to divinity through their offerings of flesh or service. The single best blood play scenes I've been involved with have involved not roleplay, but ritual. Having him lean over to lick the blood from my body feels like sacrifice, like communion. When done without role play, there's enough ritual involved in preparing for a scene that I get into a nearly spiritual headspace before I've been secured to a piece of furniture. After some particularly vicious scenes, I've had a stunning revelation while out wandering around among the public, "I lived through that!" It may not be much to some, but it feels spiritual to me.
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