Thoughts about sexual harassment

Of course as a woman I’ve been following along reading and listening to the continuing reports all over the media about the various women alleged to have been assaulted and/or harassed by numerous and sundry political and Hollywood figures. Every day more names are listed. One of the recent actors accused is Dustin Hoffman. None of us know what really happened between the people involved. I’m not saying something did or didn’t occur in all these cases. What is worrisome to me are several factors. Why do victims not speak up immediately? Even if there is the fear factor that nobody will believe them, it would be on the record.

In Hollywood so many actresses are coming forward with their stories or with corroboration that things did happen which they knew about, that it makes me sick listening to the likes of Meryl Streep and Kevin Spacey jumping on the bandwagon. They are clearly legends who would have had some pull, had they spoken up long ago!

The second and perhaps most worrisome thing (and please bear with me) is, WHY are we not preparing our girls to better handle brutish behavior? Why do we not teach self-defense as part of physical education to all girls starting in elementary school? Because obviously it’s NEVER enough to just say no. Or scream. Or push a man off.

The third thing really bothering me is why would any woman knowingly go alone to some guy’s hotel room unless she plans to have sex with him? Really, please explain this one to me. Even if you’re an aspiring actress and he says it’s to show you a great script or read lines with you or try you out for a part in his new play, show, etc…? WHY? Didn’t your mother teach you anything? Because to me that is just asking for big trouble. Don’t get me wrong; I’m not suggesting that any woman asks to be assaulted, or asks to have her drink altered with a date-rape drug or sedative. Of course not! But use some sense, ladies! When you go out, never go alone! Buy your own drinks. Know how much alcohol you can handle and stick to that limit.

Know how to handle yourself in a crowd and be prepared to defend yourself if you have to. If someone approaches, speaks, or touches you in a way you find inappropriate, speak up, LOUDLY.  I never forgot what my daughter’s karate teacher told the kids. If anyone tried to hurt them or grab them, they were to yell at the top of their lungs, “This is not my mother! This is not my father!”

Well you know what, women could do the same thing in a bar, restaurant, or even a hotel. It would arouse attention if a woman started screaming her head off, and we should be doing it more. We need to stop keeping our mouths closed and let the world know we have voices and we aren’t going to allow big bullies to out-maneuver us any longer. It really is time to make a big scene and stop acting lady-like.

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Reality

I’ve been spending time while Sir is away working doing something I enjoy, catching up reading other people’s blogs and checking websites I used to frequent often and have chosen to bypass nowadays. It occurs to me perhaps I truly am officially “old” now. I suspected as much when I’ve posted on other chat groups I belong to, and I seem to be one of the (if not the) maturest ones writing. So many seem to be caught up in going along with what’s trendy and popular. This often seems to translate to being inconsiderate, impolite, blunt, off-color, unhelpful, rude, sexist, racist, stereotypical, and self-centered. Not how I was raised! And so not the America I was raised in.

Comments are often so rude and hurtful that moderators must step in and either shut down the comments of a post on a website, or remind members of the rules. It often reminds me of my parents at our dinner table saying, “If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all.” Where is the motivation and justification for this type of behavior? I wonder, and then I look at the men (mostly) leading this nation. Their actions, behavior and talk leads everyone to think it’s perfectly acceptable because if the man at the highest level is doing it AND getting away with it with no repercussions, it must not only be okay, but perfectly acceptable in today’s society!

My father was a career military man, and though he had many faults, some of which I’ve written about already, he never raised his voice, cursed, or made advances toward other women. I know in his own way, he truly loved my mother as best he could in his damaged way. He was an officer and a gentleman and raised his sons to be gentlemen. He taught them to be respectful of and stand up for women. He detested violence. In many ways I have always felt I am not of this era and it sickens me what’s happening today. The greatest nation which has always represented democracy and freedom is being systematically destroyed by a lying lunatic.

Changes

The last time Sir was home we finally had The Talk again; the one we’ve had several times over the past few years, discussing our relationship and our D/s. When we embarked on the path of D/s, I was the one who asked him to try to dominate me. I told him I had always thought of myself as a submissive until the time that his work and career sort of drummed it out of me. I told him how losing that feeling and having to make all the hard decisions around the house left me feeling discontented and just, well, not quite myself, for lack of a better word. He listened to everything I said, for this came on the heels of us nearly being divorced and he wanted to do everything he could to keep us together, as did I. He was also intrigued by D/s, as he’d never before really heard of it. I suggested many things he might read and research but his career has always come first and leaves him with time for little else.

He agreed to try D/s and has really gotten into the control/sadism. And he of course loves certain aspects of what he sees as domination. But without doing proper work at becoming a good and real dominant, one can’t really be a dominant. He can call himself whatever he wants, and he will always be head of our household, my husband, my mate, my lover, my partner, but in truth, he is not a good dominant.  He wants me to tell him how to do it, and I can not do that. He wants me to do all the work at making our D/s right, and I can not do that. He constantly points out what a terrible submissive I am.

I have done all I can do at making it work. I told him what D/s is – and what it is NOT. I gave him a list of books to read, websites to check out, places we could possibly go to learn new skills, bought him (us) new toys, told him about various concepts I’d like to use and/or try, told him when I thought things were not working and why…

I don’t see how as a submissive or as a person with a submissive mindset, I can possibly TELL someone how to dominate properly. Either it comes naturally, or they have the desire to learn on their own, is what I believe. So, I told him I’m tired. I don’t want to be a D/s couple anymore. I told him we can still do the fun kinky things we love to do in the bedroom, but I don’t want anything else anymore.

He was really mad. He accused me of purposely trying to confuse him by going back and forth as I choose. He said I still have to do as he says, and the discussion is not over.

 

Progress

Perhaps some of you may recall the troubles with our daughter. She’s long been a procrastinator dating back to middle school, always putting off assignments and being bored by most of her classes. She barely graduated high school even though she’s extremely intelligent and has taken advanced placement classes and was formerly in an elementary and middle school program called the International Baccalaureate Programme. She dropped this in the 10th grade after having gone all the way through up till then. It was a huge disappointment to her dad and me, of course. Children who graduate from such a program with the diploma have many great opportunities a regular high school diploma does not afford. She also started skipping school and not turning in assignments.

In truth, I think she got this gene from my brother, who also was bored in school and couldn’t concentrate. Her dad and I weren’t like that at all. We were all A and B students, excelled academically and knew we would attend university and have a career. She attended a few college classes and said it wasn’t for her. She could not keep even a part-time job. We had to finally employ tough love, telling her she had to choose  something to do – either work or school or she would lose the car we got for her.  She began a cosmetology school in the town we were living in. It was a 9 month course. At first she really seemed to thrive, but as always, the complaints started. She ended up dropping out much to our chagrin. We told her she had to do something else. She ended up deciding cosmetology wasn’t precisely what she desired, she really wanted to do make-up, or esthiology. She (and we) researched and enrolled her in the Aveda program in Dallas.

I’m thrilled to say although she did need extra time to complete the program, she did eventually finish! Yesterday, she took the last of two licensing exams, and she is now a licensed Esthetician! I realize it’s not rocket science. For her though, and for us, this is a giant step to adulthood. I’m very proud of her.

The Master Speaks

He’s annoyed with me and my lack of submission. What else is new under the sun? I’m annoyed with his lack of Dominance. He tortured me the other day and it wasn’t pleasant; probably not even for him. Then he spoke at length about the ten ways in which I misbehave which he had asked me to write down a few weeks ago. He noted while I sometimes do obey and am mindful of my submissive behavior better since that little exercise, nothing’s really changed. He wants me to call him Sir or Master and I don’t I guess, because my heart is just not in it…

I wonder why? His dominant actions have not changed either. He went on to say he doesn’t know where to begin with me. He says I’ve told him to give me tasks and that I like pain and humiliation, but he doesn’t know what to do with this information.

SIGH……

I’ve purchased many many books for him/us to read about this lifestyle. I have read them. I’ve delved into the subject online and met many wonderful generous folk who have offered to chat with him and give words of encouragement. I/we have bought toys of all sorts and enjoy using them. The sex itself is no issue. When I told him I wanted this type of lifestyle several years ago (that I had in fact craved this most of my life) he was all for it. He gets very excited when we read tales of other real couples’ journeys. He wonders why I am unable to be more submissive. We’ve done couples’ counseling for several years.

I told him I did not want a Master/slave relationship, and in retrospect, perhaps we moved too quickly in our fervor and excitement. He bought me two different collars, one of which I wore 24/7 for a few years. But it felt wrong to me, because in fact I was not “really” his submissive any more than he is my dominant. I asked him to remove it, and he did. He has never been what one might consider a romantic nor creative man, and it could be said that those traits are key to being a decent dominant. After all, a good dominant must craft a scene and provide loving after-care. He has never done so. His “scenes” if you choose to call them that, are ALWAYS centered around sex, and the after care is limited to a quick wipe-off with a towel.

(His latest craze, which he’s been hung up on for a couple of years, is searching for a suitable cage to lock me in. The idea of this really does not bother me aside from the fact neither of us are youngsters anymore, and what if something should befall him while I’m locked in it? How would I then get out?)

Now he wants me to write again about precisely what I want in this D/s relationship. Do I want to be humiliated and if so, how?  Do I want him to spank me, and if so, with what and when?

{Big sigh again…} Am I protesting too much to say, “enough?” Why am I the one doing all the work to make this work? Am I in fact the one doing all the work, or does it just seem so? Is he just really not capable of being dominant?

How do you know when it’s time to say, maybe we should stop trying so hard and go back to just being “us” but with a slightly kinky side?

Ideas and thoughts

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I so enjoy what other bloggers write. They inspire me and often bring to mind half-remembered ideas, memories, and dreams. Someone wrote about a Dominant friend who treats his wife and other submissives in a way which her (the blogger’s) readers find thought provoking. Some readers are disgusted by this man and his actions while others are perhaps intrigued and maybe stimulated?

As for me, I am rarely put off by the actions of others. To each his (or her) own. What everyone does in the privacy of their home is their own business. There is little I find disgusting. In fact… some of you might be disgusted by what I’m about to write.

I’ve often toyed (in my mind) with the idea of Sir having another woman. He honestly is so into sex – so much more than I am, that it would not bother me if he were to find someone nice and clean with whom he could engage in a sexual (only) relationship. As for me, in many aspects, Sir does not provide me with what I myself desire. When I asked him for a D/s relationship, I told him I wanted it based on control, pain, and humiliation. Sir is not into giving pain, at least rarely, and while he does enjoy a sense of control over me, it is solely based on control in a sexual way.

When this blogger writes about the things this man does to the women under his control, it takes my breath away that a dominant actually desires to spend so much time and dedication with and to his submissives. That is what I crave. I know I am lucky and I know Sir loves me as I do Him. He is a wonderful generous man. Why do I want more, then?

An admission

I do not find the female body beautiful, sexy or erotic. Breasts in particular, I have a decided aversion to. Maybe because mine have always, since puberty been large and pendulous, and I am not comfortable in my own skin. I find human breasts to be so ugly. They remind me of cow udders or teats. Hanging down, so droopy and weighty, just serving no purpose after bearing children except the titillation (see what I did there?) of your lover. I do not find them cute or lovely; even the sassy perky ones just don’t turn me on in any way. Maybe if I had ever once in my life been able to go without a brassiere just once – to experience the wonderful freedom of being braless and running with no pain, it would be different and I could feel otherwise. Instead I feel forever imprisoned in a detestable tight underwire garment with straps digging in my skin, leaving marks and lines and even causing me to perspire underneath my breasts.

Then, I had the misfortune of being diagnosed with breast cancer 13 years ago. It was early stage, but back then it meant I went through two surgeries, chemo, and radiation. I should have had the sense at that time to have a mastectomy followed by reconstruction, and a lift or reduction on the other breast. Sir said we would investigate doing reduction later, and we never have. I’m not asking for, nor do I need sympathy. Okay, rant done.