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.
Presence & Acceptance
... are the two things that I want the most right now, from a lover. Or from anyone I'm close to, actually.
This post is made up of edited excerpts of an email exchange I've been having with the Emperor. I'm just sharing it here because I'd like to see if anyone has an opinion on it, or had experiences similar to this they wanted to share. I think I want what everyone in this world is looking for, in some shape or form.
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I am a very lonely person. Today, I was thinking about how it's been ages since I was next to someone and felt like they were fully there with me. Completely present in every fiber of their being. Lately, I've been very aware of being in the same room - same bed with someone, even - and feeling such distance. And thinking that it's not so much that we're there with each other, than it is that we both happen to be in the same place at the same time. Right now, I don't feel like anybody is so much a part of my life, or me a part of theirs, than we are simply bystanders of each other's lives.
I also want very much to let people close to me. Really let them in. It's hard first of all to find someone to trust with that much of myself, and then there's the issue of feeling like I'm forcing lots of baggage on someone. It's a weighty act for the other person to be able to see me else completely. I would imagine it to be an unwanted burden many times.
I was talking to Sir a while ago, and he said something like, "it's no good to have a partner you can't unleash yourself on." And for me that applies to close friends or close... anyone, as well. I want someone to just be able to take and accept me in all my ridiculousness, but I end up feeling guilty for not filtering myself in case they won't be able to handle it.
More and more, I'm realizing the intimacy that comes from the power, violence and extreme acts that constitute BDSM. I've had little tastes of it, and want so much to experience it with someone on a deep level, but have no idea how to find it.
I want to meet someone and look at them and think: I know you. And to look at them and realize they're thinking the same thing. That we understand each other without having to say anything; that we are the same.
Glimmer
There are some people I know who have this special ability to make me feel really good about myself when I'm around them.
I think it's a certain kind of charisma. The Emperor had it. I'm getting to know a certain person better (who I'll call AR for now) at Zeta Mu, and he has it too. He's a pretty big guy, a total sweetheart, very positive and good at commanding attention. That doesn't really sound very special, I know, but there's just something about his laugh, his energy, and the completely un-self-conscious way he talks and moves...
I've known of him for quite a while now but we've only just started getting to know more about each other. A couple nights ago I was in his room and we were being quite affectionate - cuddling, my feet draped over his lap. At one point he started giving me a foot rub, which was so cute, and which I really appreciated. (OK, clearly, he was hitting on me as well and we hooked up soon after that night, but that's besides the point.)
I just really liked talking to him, I liked having his attention focused on me, I liked how I felt with him paying attention to me. And sure, attention is always good, you might say, but it's different, still different with people like AR and the Emperor.
And then yesterday, I was not in a very good mood. Most of my night had gone very well, and I had been happy - until I hooked up with the Professional. Which also was going well, until he went soft for no apparent reason (clearly I started to worry about whether it had something to do with me, while trying to quash those thoughts at the same time) and he also didn't want to spend the night (I already knew he doesn't like sharing the bed with people, but still, cuddling in the afterglow is one of my favorite parts of sex, it's so reassuring, and going without was slightly disappointing).
AR lives in one of the more social rooms, so I threw on some clothes and went to see if him and other people were still hanging out. He was on the couch having a very involved conversation with one of his female friends, so I stayed for a little bit and then left.
A while ago, this would have made me way more upset and jealous... that said, I was still upset. Glancing at them talking and him being so intent on it, and thinking that I was in that position not too long ago, and wanting to be in her place again, and wondering if he was interested in her too (but I don't like him that way so why should I care?)... Yeah, I just did not feel good.
The best way I can think of to explain just how it feels to engage with people like AR and the Emperor is to compare it to being in sunlight... when the sun is shining on you you feel warm and good all over, everything seems just a little bit better, and when sunlight isn't shining on you anymore you feel bleak and want it to come back.
(You probably have people like that in your lives too, right...?)
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.
The Stage: Act 2
My second performance. Must have been fairly drunk by then because I can't remember everything exactly... feh.
"Perform with me!"
You haven't put your clothes back on from your last performance, and you're in the middle of dancing backstage, barefoot, in your underwear, with the rest of the membership, when the Emperor excitedly ambushes you.
You raise your eyebrows at him.
"What do you want to do? You have to give me a clear idea. I'm not going to go onstage and just... fumble around..."
"I don't know, you could strip me or something..."
Before you can say anything, a new song comes on and he walks down the runway, starts unbuttoning his shirt, then turns around, reaching his hand out towards you, unmistakably beckoning you to join him.
You shrug your shoulders - oh, what the hell - and step onto the stage for a second time as the crowd cheers.
You loosen his tie and coax it off over his head, push his shirt off his shoulders and toss it haphazardly to one side of the stage. Then comes the binder. Fuck, that thing is tight. "Just keep pulling," he says, and you do, coaxing it over his breasts, then off.
And he's pushing you to the floor, ghosting his lips down your body as you squirm - they want a show so they'll get it. When his mouth reaches your center, your back arches in earnest. All of a sudden, he's off you and pulling you back up. He keeps moving. Makes you keep moving. He's picking you up now - his strong, thick forearms must be tensing; why is that a turn on? On his first try, he hadn't gotten his balance quite right and almost falls backwards - "don't pick me up if you're going to drop me!" you yell - on his second try he's successful, and your arms wrap around his neck; legs around his waist. He holds you there and grinds against you.
You're dimly aware that a bunch of people have joined you on the runway when he puts you down. You face him, pull at his waistband, fumbling to undo his pants. Then you matter-of-factly yank them down to his ankles, and work your way back up his body, mouthing his crotch through his grey cotton boxers, closing your eyes and breathing in, continuing up between the valley of his breasts and finally giving in to the urge to kiss him. His hand comes up behind your head and you think of the crowd, there, watching you, watching your pleasure.
You hadn't kissed him for more than a few seconds and the music stops. Immediately, you jump off the stage and stand with the rest of the members. No music means no magic spell. You're starting to feel embarrassed but strangely pleased, hands coming up to cover your face. You can't believe you just did that. The fact that it was completely unplanned and honest just makes it that much more intimate, and your intimacy was just witnessed by at least a hundred fellow students...
He stays on the stage for a moment, heckling the DJ for ending the song too soon, and eventually jumps down as well. The music swells again as a new performance starts. He comes over to you and says, in your ear, "Why does this always happen?"
"What?" you asked, dazed, confused.
He takes your hand, pushes your palm against his boxers, and you can feel his softness through the thin material; feel the heat pooling there.
"I always get so turned on by you."
You can't do anything but lick your dry lips, swallow, and feel.
Protected: Apologies
HNT: Hair

I've come across many sexy scenes in books/movies/fanfiction where women have long, flowing locks that cascade sexily down their back or envelope the two lovers like a curtain etc etc, cliche cliche cliche.
In reality, having long hair isn't exactly like that.
Sometimes your partner doesn't know what to do with it. (Straddling K, with my hair loose and falling all around us, and him trying and failing to push it out of the way.)
Sometimes it gets in your partner's mouth. (Tobago-guy: "I think I got five mouthfuls of your hair...")
Sometimes you get come in it. (Christopher - who was trying to be a gentleman and not come in my mouth
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Sometimes your partner attempts to yank it. (N and Jamaican-guy. My response: "Don't do that. It's annoying.")
Sometimes people think it's pretty. (The Emperor - running his fingers through it and remarking nonchalantly, "You really do have nice hair.")
Sometimes you make love so vigorously that, when you're done, your hair looks less like hair and more like a small jungle. Which makes for some annoying combing afterwards, but at the time feels very satisfying. (Christopher, again.)
...I wouldn't have it any other way.
HNT: Leather
Yeah, it's a little late. I just got back to college after the worst flight ever (lots of snow and bad weather and delays...) and have been busy settling back in, etc. But here you go:

One of the great things about my vacation? The thrift store shopping. I bought this beautiful leather coat for $10 at a Goodwill. I feel like I'm in the Matrix when I wear it
And it's warm enough to stave away the 35*F cold here!
Visiting the Actor was wonderful - it's a gorgeous city that's just at the right point between sprawling metropolis and quaint suburbs. A shoreline, superb public transport and a warm climate. My kind of city.
I didn't sleep with the Actor, the Emperor, or his gf while I was there. Not only because of it being, um, that time of the month for me, but because of other factors. The Actor's relationship with his bf is becoming more serious, which I'm as happy about. And the Emperor's and my living situations made it difficult to bring anyone home, since we were staying with friends and all.
But when I left, the Emperor wrapped me in a big, long hug and said he would keep in touch.
Seeing them all again was great. And it brought some kind of resolution that made returning to college without them somehow easier.





















