life update: june 10 (mini-hiatus)
[via hckyso]
Yeah, I kind of disappeared the last three weeks or so, pretty conspicuously. Quite a bit has been going on in my life lately, to say the least, and I don't think I'll be blogging or writing reviews until things have settled down a bit:
- I just officially graduated two weeks ago! As opposed to being done with classes/requirements, but not having "walked" or received my diploma. My mother came up to visit me. It was her first time in the US or at my college. It was very interesting, and went better than I anticipated. The ceremony was... bemusing, and kind of boring, but I guess I feel glad that I experienced it.
- I moved to New York City soon after. I got a paid summer internship, and luckily one of Girl's roommates was moving out, so I moved in with her. I'm hoping to find a more permanent job so I can stay in the US / in New York longer than just the summer.
- I'm currently visiting my friends the Emperor & the Wanderer in Chicago, which has been lovely but also a little charged. I hadn't seen them in more than a year.
- About a month ago, at Zeta Mu, I met a guy who I will refer to as L. I can honestly say it was like at first sight, as unlikely and cheesy as that sounds. I had abandoned hope of anything happening between us because he was kind of seeing someone else at the time, but after we had hung out quite a bit, he decided to stop seeing her in favor of trying to pursue something with me. I had toyed with the idea of trying to "compete" for him, but ditched the idea pretty quickly, and was fully ready to just be friends. I'm happy that I did that, because now I know that he chose to do what he did because he wanted to and not because I indirectly pressured him into it. It was a difficult and sucky situation for him to have to break things off with her, and I... feel a little bad for my role in that, but then again it sounded like things with them weren't going anywhere in the first place. The only catch? He's a rising senior and I just graduated. Yeah. We decided to do the long distance thing, though, which so far is working out well. We text and talk frequently and he's already coming to visit me this week.
So... a lot has happened! I haven't even had time to fully move in yet and clean up the apartment. I start my job early July. I suppose once I've moved in I'll get back to yapping about sextoys and such.
Goddess (Valkyrie): 1/2
You've known her for more than half a year; and you've slept with almost everyone who you've seen in her immediate vicinity by now. Well, not everyone, but it feels like it. These were people who you weren't not attracted to, but they didn't drive you particularly crazy, either. They were... comfortable. You liked them well enough, but didn't like them so much that you'd be disappointed if they turned you down.
She was always the one you wanted the most, which was probably why you could never bring yourself to approach her. You remember seeing her dancing at Zeta Mu's disco party that one time: tall and awkwardly graceful, like a swan who hadn't quite learned how to cut cleanly through the water. The press of people made the dancehall hot, and her short brown hair was stuck to her pale skin. Sweat dripped in small rivulets down her neck. This picture will be forever burned into you mind: her shaking her bangs out of her face, glistening beads of moisture flying in the strands' wake.
She's renders your alcohol-induced uninhibition absolutely useless. You want to kiss her, tell her how gorgeous she is (the words are on the tip of your tongue), you want to do something but, as drunk as you are, you can't. You know you'd be too hurt if she rejected you.
The steps you took were tiny. You put your hand on her waist and pulled her close, moving and swaying to the music for mere minutes until the heat rushed to your face and you pulled away. She didn't follow you...
That night you desperately pulled that slightly dumpy, shy butch girl into kiss; daydreaming as she went down on you in your bed; imagining other people in her place; hating yourself for it afterwards.
Maybe, you ask yourself, you're working your way up the ladder. Screwing up your courage to finally approach her. But you know all that isn't really true.
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It's all the Emperor's fault, really. At least that's what you tell yourself. In actual fact, you were the one who finally caved and confessed your feelings to her. Once again, it all started with one too many plastic cups of booze at Zeta Mu.
"By the way, I'm insanely attracted to you." That's what you said. And not even to her face - you texted her and then left before anything could happen.
The next day, she still hadn't replied. This was probably her way of indicating her lack of interest. You'd expected as much. Oddly, you didn't mind. But you felt immensely relieved, like a large weight at been lifted off your chest. (You realized that your desire had been sitting inside of you for all this time; clamouring so loudly you felt as though you'd burst.) She said nothing about it when she saw you next, and you both acted as normal.
...But it didn't end there, like you'd thought it would. When the Emperor came to visit, he bombarded you with questions about your "newfound" attraction. (It had been one of the first things she'd mentioned to him upon his arrival.) And then he decided that you and she would be a very good idea, so started attempting to not-so-subtly get the two of you together. (As in: telling her more about you and picking you up, unceremoniously dumping you in front of her, and announcing that the two of you should hurry up and hook up already.)
Nothing happened until two weeks after the Emperor had left. It started with a few emails. Then lunch. Then the inevitable conversations about your views on sex, hooking up, having a "fluid" sexuality, women (and how frustrating they could be). You can usually never tell when someone is interested in you, but once the "sexual & relationship history" conversation happens, that's a pretty good indicator. You felt like you were being evaluated...
To be continued...
Some ruminations on roles
Having more experiences with different lovers, researching a bit more about BDSM on Fetlife and starting Jay Wiseman's "SM 101" has lead me to start thinking about my (very, very slowly) emerging BDSM identity, again. Granted, labels are only of a very basic use here; in fact I'm highly tempted to conclude that my identity in regards to BDSM will continue to be in flux and fluid.
I'm always slightly bemused by the large number of people (close friends and acquaintances) who have me clearly pegged as dominant. It's not like people's opinions necessarily have any bearing on reality, but it's still interesting to make a note of them.
If I were to be most truthful, I'd have to declare myself as either a switch, or unsure. In my head, though, I'm most inclined to think of myself as a Domme rather than a switch or a submissive - yet the amount of time I spend in a dominant role during sex is probably only a tiny percentage. I suppose I just want to become that in a more permanent way, in contrast to the other roles/identities.
Lots of things stand in the way of me growing into a Domme identity, or make me hesitate to claim that identity outright. I'm a pretty insecure person. I second guess myself a lot. I'm easily embarrassed. I'm almost never able to bring myself to do something to a person that they might not want or that might be humiliating for them, or "force" them to do something that I want. I have a hard time expressing my desires and asking for things. Sometimes I'm not even sure what my desires are. Most of the time I can't even approach people I'm attracted to unless I'm fairly certain that the feeling is mutual. All of those things don't seem to be good domly qualities, even though I know that all sorts of people can be dominants, that dominants can be insecure, and that people can be very different in the bedroom than out of it.
But then there are times that I get a crystal clear picture in my head of what I want to do to someone. When those urges hit me, it's like an ecstatic rush to the head. I become so stuck on the idea that I can hardly think about anything else. I remember that one night all I wanted was to walk up to Girl and interrupt whatever she was doing by kissing her hard; and another night when I desperately wanted to 69 with the Professional, then bend him over and fuck him roughly in the ass until his orgasm came gasping and screaming out of him.
Whether or not I act on what I feel is another issue entirely. I very rarely do.
Sure, I've topped or bordered-on-dominated people before. Godamnit, I belted the Emperor in front of a huge roomful of people, and I've cuffed K to his bedpost and then breast-tortured him. The thing is that those ideas were fully theirs. I enjoyed the fuck out of it, but I was still the one following orders, so to speak. Most of the time, my wants or fantasies actually center around what a partner has already told me that they want done to them. It's almost as if I'm too afraid to even think beyond those things. My biggest fear when I want to do something to someone is what if the other person doesn't want that too?
In spite of all this, I've found that a few things that bring out the Domme side of me. The first thing is trust; when I'm so close to someone that I know they'll accept me no matter what seemingly bizarre desire I confide to them.
The second thing is brattiness. Mostly in hot, bitchy women. There was this girl in my fraternity who stands out in my mind very clearly. She was blond, slim, gorgeous, and perfect - like a doll. She'd act all cutesy and then turn right around and bitch you out from behind a serpentine smile. I can't remember how many times I wanted to grab her thick, blond hair in fistfulls, smudge her lipglossed smile off her face, and fuck her so hard that by the end of it she'd be boneless in my arms.
(Yeah, that obviously never happened. She's straight not to mention taken.)
The third thing is alcohol. Yeah... drunk dominance sounds like a horrible idea. Alcohol just knocks down the walls of my inhibitions like nothing else.
And while I have issues with dominance, I don't claim submissive or switch because... well. Let me put it this way. I want to be spanked, bound, scratched, roughed up, immobilized, and used. The first time I was tied up, in a completely non-sexual context might I add, I coasted down into sub/bottomspace so quickly it was like magic: I was fortunate enough to attend a bondage workshop given by Dov, and the night afterwards one of my fellow frat members wanted to practice tying a chest harness on me, so I let him. While he was binding me, I became very quiet and still, looking down at my shoes. Once my wrists were cinched securely behind my back, and pulled tightly upwards towards my shoulder blades due to the shortness of the rope he was using, I found myself in a secure, calm, comforting, almost Zen-like state. I stayed like that for a while. Then someone offered to untie me, and I reluctantly let them.
My point is, while I want all of that (and more), I'm not exactly very... submissive, per se. Case in point, when the Professional was spanking me, I lay face down on the bed for him, I immobilized my arms for him, I took every one of his swats without trying to escape, but when he tried to verbally embarrass or humiliate me, I didn't have any of it. I gave him snark and sass and started baiting him right back. In fact, if someone tried to sneer at me and call me their slut, I can see myself responding not obediently, but with an empathic "fuck you!"
One thing I can say for sure though (this is starting to turn into a rambly laundry list... forgive me) is that I'm definitely very comfortable in my bottom identity (clearly) and my top identity. God, I love topping people. Learning what turns them on and leaving them gasping for more, teasing and pleasuring and hurting and pushing them to sensory heights they've never felt before, playing their bodies like an instrument, knowing just the right buttons to press and the right way to fuck with their heads... it's quite wonderful.
My sexuality seems like it just continues to grow in different ways, and I'm excited to see what I'll find out next. Hopefully I'll find dominants who are empathetic, conscientious and strong enough for me to really feel their control (an interesting note: up until now the best dominance I've received has been from people who identify as submissive, i.e. the Emperor and the Professional), and submissives who I trust and whose psyches I can sink deeply into.
Bediquette
Cuddling in bed after sex is possibly one of my favorite things about sex. Just laying there, talking or drifting quietly off to sleep while enjoying one another's closeness.
That's what me and Girl were doing yesterday, in her bed at 6 in the morning, after having sated each other. I flopped over, with her spooning me and her arm flopped over my waist, and we settled in to sleep.
And then it started.
I started fidgeting. My head was resting weirdly on the pillow and I knew I was going to get a crick in my neck the next day if I stayed like that. So I wriggled a little further down the bed.
But then my throat started itching. Like, really really itching. I tried swallowing a few times, but there was no stopping it - I coughed hard for a good few seconds. She lifted her arm off of my body as it shook with my coughing, then replaced it.
... And then my stomach started making weird noises. I hate it when that happens. I'm sure everyone has experienced this - your stomach or throat make really odd, involuntary noises and you want to announce to the room no I am not passing gas it's just my stomach! but of course you can't actually do that.
Luckily by this time her breathing had started to slow and become more regular, so I guessed she was already asleep. I, on the other hand, lay in self-concious half-wakefulness for at least an hour.
Girl herself is quite a polite bedpartner. She snores sometimes, but I just find that oddly cute.
I've shared beds both platonically and sexually with quite a few people, and it's always interesting how much you can learn about them from their bed-behavior. You have your blanket-hogs, and sprawlers, snorers, and kickers. My lovers specifically have snored like chainsaws, have left promptly afterwards, have slept with their legs Indian-style and their upper body flopped over their legs (I still don't know how that's comfortable), have been tall lanky men who kept almost squeezing me off the bed, have chosen to sleep on my floor instead, have clung and wound themselves around me.
Regardless of this... diversity, I still think there's some unspoken bed-etiquette rules that make me jerk awake when I'm about to do something that I think is inappropriate.
Eh. Whatever. I still love cuddling.




















