Jitters
L is coming to visit tomorrow, and I'm a little scared.
I'm also immensely excited and happy, but that doesn't mean I can't be scared as well, right?
L & I have explored so many things together - in every respect, but I'm focusing on sexuality, here - and the more we explore, the more I feel as if a certain momentum is building. Also, it seems the further we go, the more likely a D/s aspect is going to come into play. L is in no way or form a submissive, and neither am I with him, not all the time. And in terms of our personalities and our relationship, there isn't a clear person who is "in charge." I quite like it that way. Nevertheless, sooner or later, in the bedroom, I'm going to end up bossing him around.
Upon pondering his visit, I find possibilities & imaginings flitting through my mind, hence a sneaking insistence that I can't not try them now that I know that I can. I mean, presumably. It's much easier to simply fantasize about things without attempting to enact them. Without becoming a reality, they're infinitely filmreel pristine perfect. Also, being the one who wants to do nasty things to the other, well, not to state the obvious, but you kind of have to be the one to come up with the plan. I have a good idea of what he likes; of what he wants me to do with him. But even so, I'm preoccupied with silly little grievances like: I don't have a cane, where can I get a cheap cane? And will that particular one work? I want to bend him over the end of the bed and tie his ankles to the bed's feet, but my bed is lame and doesn't have feet, it only has wheels located closer to the center, how will I get around that? And, most importantly: what if he ends up not liking what I'm doing? What if I fuck up?
Being a switch (and yes I've finally decided to claim switch) can be really irritating. I know that he wants me to hurt him, that he wants me to control him... That he's taken audio files of himself jacking off because he wants me to listen to him & know what thinking about me does to him. I know all this. But I still haven't quite managed to tap into that raw energy that I know is there; to tap into the desire to see him marked up and prone and open and willing to do whatever (within reason) I tell him to. My conflicting desire to have him do those things to me sometimes interferes. See: my last post. He's not the kind of person to lay there and take whatever I dish out; he reacts, he grabs me, makes me hurt. And instead of fighting, like half of me wants to, I typically give in to what the other half wants, which is... to give in.
The thought "maybe I'm not really dominant" enters my mind, even though I know that that's just silly. There is no right way to do something... as much as I know that, I'm intuitively inclined to think that there is, and that I'm not fitting it.
Even though I'm worrying about this, I know at the end of everything, I'll simply listen to me and to him and to what we want; and that even if my plans don't work out, we'll have copious amounts of rough sex anyway and it will all be fine and dandy.
Edit: As always, after writing about something that preoccupied me, I find that I'm not thinking about it as much and not even sure why I was so worried about it in the first place. Ah, the therapeutic powers of writing.
Edit again: After the initial psychological nail-biting... exercising my creativity on this is quite... satisfying and amusing. I was envisioning possible things I could do with my room, and with items I could easily get from pharmacies and hardware stores and laying out situations in my head. Weighing what action would cause what effect. It was like composing an outfit or a writing piece, only better.
Alone
You do not have to care about where he is, who he's with, or what he is doing. You do not have to uphold his values, do things that please him, or work on fixing the things he thinks are problematic about you. (Not unless you want to, of course.)
You do not have to ignore your lust for other people, thrust your kinky urges under the rug, or wonder if he'll care about whether or not you strip down to your underwear at one of Zeta Mu's parties. You do not have to wait around for him, call or check up on him, or sucker yourself into spending large amounts of time with him, while sacrificing time that could be spent socializing or with friends.
You do not have to care that he likes you better 10 pounds lighter, or that he likes it when you wear girly clothes. You do not have to worry about whether or not you'll offend him by calling him out on his shit, or bluntly disagreeing with him.
You do not have to take his future plans into consideration when you make plans for yourself. You do not have to give any part of yourself over to him or let him have possession of it.
You do not have to care for him any more than you want to, or are comfortable with.
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On the other hand...
You're alone now.
You will not depend on him, expect to be the center of his attention, or expect him to be a refuge you can run to. You will not think like you are part of a unit. You find him attractive, you like cuddling with him, but there's no meaning behind any physical act you might have, except for affection and maybe lust. When you come home, you will greet him like a roommate and a friend.
You will remind yourself that your relationship was good in its way, but not satisfactory or fulfilling, and that you're better off as friends. You will remind yourself that he really did like you, and things didn't work because you weren't right for each other. He didn't replace you with somebody else. You will remind yourself that he cares about you, just not in the way that you're searching for.
You will support and be there for him as a friend, just as he's doing for you. You will encourage him in resolving his problems because you want him to be happy. If he gets what he wants, you will be happy for him.
You will be all you need. You will focus on yourself; you will work on getting fit and dress up and be industrious and work on your own projects and hang out with friends and have fun and plan your future. You will look forward to leaving here because what comes next will be adventurous, new, and exciting... and you'll have no baggage holding you back.
Protected: Just call me Sabina
Stress
Remember AR? This new person I've been getting to know at Zeta Mu?
He has spent the last week or so ignoring me. Or, well, at least being very distant and dismissive towards me. He talks to me if I talk to him, but compared to the cordiality we had a couple weeks ago, long late night conversations, and him being warm and greeting me whenever he saw me, this is definitely a drastic change.
I've been obsessing over this for the whole week, trying to figure out what happened, if anything.
I know, I know. I'm probably just wasting my time. Or worrying over nothing. The Professional was being really distant with me at one point and it had nothing to do with me. I'm aware that people have lives and all...
... but still, I'm pretty convinced that this is something unique to me since he's acting pretty much normally around everyone else.
It could be any number of things. I don't know him well enough to guess.
Since it happened right after we hooked up, it could be because he "got what he wanted" from me and then decided I wasn't worth his attention anymore.
Or maybe he feels awkward about it; regrets it.
Or maybe he actually really likes me but is trying to "play it cool" because that's what everyone else does here.
Maybe he's trying to be an asshole because he thinks that will make me more into him (well, I suppose it's working)...
Also, his (now ex) gf recently graduated. Maybe he was just using me to get over her and then realized that it didn't work.
Actually, after we hooked up I started being unnecessarily affectionate/touchy with him - not inappropriately so, but definitely more than before, maybe he didn't like that I was being too clingy.
And, I sent him a random angry email when I got drunk one night. Even though I apologized for it after, and I didn't even say anything specific about him, I was just venting about other stuff, he probably got upset by it or thinks I'm a crazy bitch by now.
And, a few days after we had hooked up, I went ahead and hooked up with the Professional. I'm pretty sure he saw us flirting in Zeta Mu's basement. Maybe he was hurt by that? But I don't even know how serious he was being about me. I'm so used to people here hooking up casually that I don't expect anyone to take things seriously anymore. Plus, just because I hooked up with someone else doesn't mean I'm not into him. I just don't see why I have to stop hooking up with other people when I find someone new to sleep with. And it's not like we even had sex more than once! ...Or even had penetrative sex, for that matter! Or are committed to each other in any way...
Maybe I'm being too greedy?
I mean, clearly I do like him, otherwise I wouldn't be stressing over this so much.
Why do I always fuck things up?
...Maybe I should just talk to the guy.
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...?)
Blood
During the flight, I started menstruating.
Sort of ironic, if you think about it. But the same time, I was relieved. I had been thinking about you and wasn't sure if I was ready to see you. If I wanted to see you at all. And the blood gave me an excuse - an excuse to not sleep with you; to not let you touch me. To not jump into anything that I would perhaps not want.
When I met you again, after a 4 month breach, I realized that something had changed. I didn't burn for you as much. Wait - that doesn't make much sense. What I'm trying to say is that I'm still in love with you as I ever was and I still yearn to touch you, but I can't ignore the ebb and flow of life and its irresistible force.
So the truth is? That the reason I feel lukewarm towards you now is not because my love has lessened - it is because it no longer makes sense. It no longer has a place in the real world. And I have to be content to let it flow away.
Aphrodisiac
New Year's Eve.
Drinking since 5pm.
Alcohol count: 2 Bailey's, 1 shot of Tequila, 2 glasses of Chardonnay, 2 Vodka-limes, 1 white russian, 1 champagne, 1 strawberry Daiquiri
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You stumble into the restroom, tilting on your silver four-inch heels, slamming drunkenly into the wall between the two cubicles. You push the door closed and manage to lock it, yank your skinny jeans down to your knees, and wedge your fingers into your panties, thrusting.
Forget oysters; forget chocolate. Nothing like alcohol to get you pumping.
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The key to getting over somebody is finding one reason - any reason, as long as it's big enough - that it wouldn't work out between you. Never ever work out.
And so, now, your feelings for them have fizzled and transformed into a fond camaraderie without the bite of love.
It's only with one person that, no matter how hard you stomp on your feelings with your stiletto shoes, they still manage to bounce back up again.
You tried the same technique with him, only to realize that...
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...you couldn't find anything. Not one thing.
Sometimes unrequited love feels like a squalling infant... it keeps you up at night, distracts you, keeps you from your work and studies and other activities, makes you cry now and again, and you need to take care of it all the damn time, but it also gives you inexplicable delight.
And eventually you learn to just live with it - just accept that it is there - and just go on with your life as normal.
Instead of feeling angry... right now? I want to go out and dance and revel in my fabulousness and think to myself:
Well. Your fucking loss, bro.
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The other clubgoers are banging on the door. You're leaning against the wall, curling your fingers against the wall of your warm dripping pussy and throwing your head back and gasping. And then your orgasm rocks through you and you blink, slowly coming back to life and realizing where you are.
The thrill kind of goes away from sex-in-a-public-bathroom when it's just sex with yourself.
You calmly pull your pants back up, compose yourself and open the door. You wash your hands with the fragrant club-bathroom-soap.
And then you dive back into the crowd, grab your drink from the nearby table and take a giant sip, and continue twisting your body to the pounding rhythm of the music.
No, I didn't actually masturbate in a public bathroom. I would, but not while I'm out with my mom and sister.
Sometimes
Sometimes...
I wish I were thin.
There are times when I feel beautiful and desired - and those times are wonderful. They don't come around very often. (But they used to not occur at all.)
But then there are times when I look at myself and all I notice is that my thighs rub against each other when I walk; that I wear big, nerdy glasses; that I'm small and dumpy; that my belly is bigger than it used to be; that my breasts are still too small. (But if I were no longer curvy, I think I would miss it...)
And for every person who likes me and I like back, there's a hundred people I like and who are too good for me. They chase the pretty, outgoing, svelte girls. And for every person who likes me and I like back, there's a hundred people who like me and I don't feel at all attracted to them. I wish I did - but instead I find them sketchy, unattractive, overbearing, overeager, arrogant...
Sometimes...
I wish I were drop-dead gorgeous.
Human After All
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Lately, I've been thinking a lot about a recent comment that Graydancer left me:
Among other things, I would say find partners (or let your current partners know) what it is that you need from them - snuggling, connection, whatever. But in a threesome, everybody has a right to be satisfied, whatever that means. It may mean you only want to watch - or it may mean you need a hot double fisting while you’re spanking them and quoting Prospero’s speeches from the Tempest. But let them know, and talk about it afterwards (awkward though that may be) and resolve to do it better next time.
It nicely sums up a very fundamental thing I've been doing 'wrong' for quite a while that has been causing me a sizable amount of anxiety. Not only in threesomes, but in sex, relationships, and life in general: I don't express myself enough. To be more specific - I don't express my wants, needs, concerns or grievances enough.
Sometimes I do it plenty. When I'm drunk, or even a little tipsy, I start spilling confessions like proverbial guts. At times I can be happy-social-drunk, but more often than not I'm angsty-horny-ARGH drunk. I bitch, whine, and moan. I cry. I petulantly knock empty beer bottles over. I kick walls. I get online and start pouring my heart out to my close friends on chat or email. I text hook-up buddies (or potential hook-ups) and hit on them ferociously. (Yes, only via text. I used to actually hit on them but I've recently realized that text is way less scary.)
Need a demo? Here's a couple examples pulled from the last few days:
Wilhelmina [@Atlantean via SMS]: I really want to either suck you off or bite you really hard
Wilhelmina [@Atlantean via SMS]: Fuck, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have sent that. But it was either that, or break more things. If you want me to leave you alone you should just tell me so and I will.
And another:
Wilhelmina [@Christopher via chat]: i'm just emotional and i'm taking advantage of my own intoxication to tell you these things when it's against my better judgement
Wilhelmina [@Christopher via chat]: you're a beautiful, amazing person. i just love you so much and i keep thinking about you. why do i keep thinking about you?! i don't know. you're just one person and you're not perfect
Wilhelmina [@Christopher via chat]: i don't understand why i get like this when i drink too much. i either need to get fucked really hard or cry really hard. i really don't understand it.
...And so it goes on.
I mean, not only is it an annoying and embarassing process for me to go through, but it's probably even more annoying for the other people involved.
All this time I've attributed my outbursts to the fact that I'm overly emotional and can't be 'detached' or 'unfeeling' enough. Because it's not like I only get these feelings when I'm drunk. I have them all the time - I'm just in control of myself enough to not express them.
Often, I don't even think I 'should' be having said feelings at all. I 'shouldn't' be attracted to and hitting on such-and-such person because they probably aren't attracted to me and my attentions are unwanted. I 'shouldn't' need snuggling and affection from the Emperor and his gf during a threesome, because I'm privileged enough to actually be participating in a threesome with them in the first place and I shouldn't ask any more from them. I 'shouldn't' be jealous. I 'shouldn't' be in love with whoever because they're taken/gay/leaving/unavailable/whatever.
Or: I 'shouldn't' want/feel anything because my wants and feelings are not as important as my loved ones'. I 'shouldn't' want/feel anything because my wants and feelings are not as important as anyone's.
(Inferiority complex? I has it. Self-esteem issues? Got those too. Dependent personality disorder? Well, maybe, but self-diagnoses aren't really trustworthy, like, at all. Doesn't help that all the websites I go to contradict each other when they describe it.)
Anyway - Christopher recently said something that made me think I was approaching my 'overemotion' in the wrong way:
Christopher: for you, i think [being drunk] is a release of the anger/frustrations that you bottle up on a daily basis, so you go into overdrive to express (and thus expel) the negative emotions
Christopher: 1) human beings are made to have feelings - feelings are built into us for very good reasons. 2) humans naturally have feelings in response to stimuli, external and internal events. 3) just as we intake and exhale air, or intake and digest and expel food, we feel and process emotions. 4) trying to not feel your emotions is about as healthy, in the long run, as holding your breath or plugging your asshole
Christopher: just like there are all sorts of ways for breathing and digestion to go weird, the same can be said for feeling emotions. getting the stimuli for a feeling, a reason for an emotion, and then NOT going through the process of feeling those emotions, is like holding it in, thus it'll come out in ways that you don't expect, and in the wrong place
He also went on to tell me how holding in emotions can cause anxiety - which has definately been true in my case, and is probably where all the drunken tears/anger comes from, as well as randomly feeling insecure or panicked for no apparent reason.
I remember back when me and K were doing the we're-not-dating-but-we-sort-of-are thing, sometimes I'd get very anxious, or feel as if something was wrong. And I wouldn't be able to figure out why. Now that I think about it, it was because we were doing something that I didn't particularly want to do, but I didn't say anything about it - I just went ahead and did it anyway because he wanted to. Or I was afraid that by disagreeing, I would be doing something 'wrong'.
See, it wasn't as if K was even imposing his will on me, or giving me any reason to feel afraid. He wasn't doing that at all. I just have an unhealthy habit of letting significant others/people close to me completely take me over. It's like once I'm 'with' them, as a significant other or anything else, my wants and needs are automatically subordinate to theirs. (Well, unless they want me to do something that I find so deeply unpleasant that I have to say something; or I trust them and I'm completely sure they won't abandon me.)
So far, I've gotten a lot better about not doing those things... but I still do them.
Now, though, I can see why trying to bottle emotions up can be seriously bad for you - and bad for the friendships and relationships that you're in. Because it'll all come out eventually. Sometimes the Actor would be very demanding of me, or do something that really aggravated me, and I'd let it slide... but eventually so much frustration and resentment built up that I would end up yelling at him or fighting with him over something that, really, wasn't more of a big deal than any of the other small, annoying things he did.
I think that I just need to give myself a voice. I need to let someone know in a civil manner that I don't agree with something they're doing instead of yelling about it later. I need to learn how to flirt and indicate interest in people normally instead of being afraid and then getting drunk and hanging all over them.
I am also beginning to understand that having feelings and wants and needs - and needing to express them - is simply human. I'm as entitled to it as everyone else; similarly, having emotions doesn't mean there's anything wrong with me or that I'm somehow different.
I'm just human.






















