Posted by mollyskiss on Thursday May 23, 2013 Under video
I found this link in the comment on Pretty Vagina's;
a post by Remittance Girl a few weeks ago. It is a really interesting piece about how the censorship of widely available print porn images might be contributing negatively to how women imagine the ‘normal’ vulva's to appear and thus causing an increase in labiaplasty.
It seems to perfectly illustrate why there is a need for the Pussy Pride Project in my opinion, hence my posting it here!
Ps... Click on the icon below to find out how you can join in with The Pussy Pride Project and find others who have already done so.
Posted by K8 on Wednesday May 22, 2013 Under K8
For awhile I've been splitting myself up, right down the middle. There's good Katie, the Katie who is here most of the time, the one who snuggles and laughs and dances and goes to work and loves her boyfriend and talks to her parents on the phone. Then there's bad Katie. Bad Katie doesn't get as much screentime as good Katie, but damn does she ever make up for it with a flair for dramatics. Bad Katie screams, hurts herself, yells at her Daddy. She yells that good Katie isn't really good, that no one loves her, that she's worthless.
Bad Katie is there at the back of my head most of the time. She is the one who whispers that people are staring, or that they are going to be mean if I let them. As a result, she's not a real favourite around my household. When we feel her coming, Sheldon and I both cringe, knowing it's not going to be pretty. We try to think of ways to banish her, to avoid the triggers that make her rear her ugly head. I imagine sealing her feet in concrete and sending her to the bottom of the ocean like an old-time mobster. Anything to get rid of her.
The thing is, I think that my approach needs to change. I think I need to start being nicer to bad Katie. It has occurred to me quite suddenly, quite violently, quite obviously, that bad Katie isn't bad at all - just scared. I think she's where I've put every fear in my whole life, every feeling of inadequacy, every insult anyone ever delivered to me. I put them all inside her because I didn't know how to deal with them, and I tried to get rid of her, and (Want to read more...)
Posted by submissive guide on Wednesday May 22, 2013 Under Submission
I’m very new to this lifestyle. I became interested in it because I work part time as a webcam model and found I really enjoyed doing as I was told. I am exploring online and trying to better understand what I like. However the Dominants I have encountered have issues with me. They don’t like my cam modelling, they don’t like that I am shy and they are surprised when I admit I am a virgin.
Am I looking in the wrong places? It’s really hard for me to try and actively ‘seek’ someone because I am shy. I have noticed other submissive’s saying they are shy. Is this a common thing or is it because I am inexperienced?
Let’s address the comments about the Dominants you are encountering first. Since you don’t say where you are meeting them I’m going to assume that it is online. From my personal experience, online and long distance relationships tend to be a bit more on the possessive side when it comes to sharing your body online. This includes web cams, photos and even talking with other Dominants. Not all Dominants have this preference but they are the majority. You will have to continue exploring until you find a relationship partner that doesn’t mind what you do for a living. Red Vinyl Kitty is an example of a slave that is a web cam professional and a submissive/slave and she may be able to give you some insight into that facet.
As far as shyness it’s not any more common than the general population. There are shy submissives and there are shy Dominants. The Dominants you find are probably more surprised that you say you are shy yet you are a web cam model which is a very extroverted activity.
Virginity is overrated. (Want to read more...)
Posted by mollyskiss on Wednesday May 22, 2013 Under Love, Marriage
I didn’t want a bouquet, I really didn’t. It wasn’t important to me. I had done all that nonsense first time round and look where that had got me. Getting married, this time anyway, wasn’t about a wedding it was about us. First time round it had been about flowers, cake, dresses and seating plans but for what? Because that is what you are meant to do. It is a diet fed to us by the media, a diet of consumerism and money, that romance means flowers and ribbons, big dresses and fancy receptions but it's bullshit. It creates expectations that can never be met, it takes away from everyday life to create a fantasy world of Disney princesses and sparkle and glitter. Yes, maybe I am cynical about the whole wedding thing but I see so many people creating this amazing day and in the process they often seem to forget about tomorrow.
This August we will have been married 2 years. Just typing that makes me smile. There was a time when I thought it would never happen, that bureaucracy would keep us apart for ever and we would spend our lives longing for one another, staring into skype and living the torturous existence of seeing but not touching. I was wrong, in the end sheer guts and determination won over bureaucracy and one shiny fiancée visa was issued. I know many people thought we were mad to get married, my Mother included, after all the most time we had ever spent together in one consecutive period was 3 weeks. For many people the 2 years of long distance relationship didn’t count and I understand that I really do but they were wrong. If anything those 2 years taught us something incredibly powerful; that no matter what, that (Want to read more...)
Posted by subroasnomore on Wednesday May 22, 2013 Under D/s
Almost a month ago, Pet and his cat moved into my studio, bringing the pack up to ten living creatures. The rhythm of daily living has of course changed for all of us. Contrary to what some may think, the household is surprisingly domestic much of the time.
Each pack member is finding the ways in which they can contribute to the greater well-being of the group. This is important so that the work of keeping and running the household is shared and each pack member has time to pursue individual interests. We all have different ways of doing things so there have been some prickly spots around doing dishes, for example, but we are making steady progress.
Privacy and personal space is at a premium as the house and studio are small. It has been challenging to strike a balance where each person has some space in the main house to relax with other pack members close by. I think this recent expansion has been hardest on the dogs as the square footage open to them has decreased. We've kept the main floor area as open as possible which has helped. The two cats each have free access to their owners' bed rooms and the dogs have strict rules to follow when in or around those areas. One of the dogs has become fascinated with the two cats and has been working diligently to try and make friends with both of them.
We've been having movie nights several times a week. Pet and C decided we needed to rearrange the living room furniture to provide better viewing and to enable pack members to be physically closer to each other. I have to say, that experiment worked out well. Last weekend we re-watched The Lord of the Rings Trilogy together.
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Posted by TheSubMission on Wednesday May 22, 2013 Under Uncategorized
“Just do it!”
“Put your head under water.”
“Oh come on, you’re really worried about getting your hair wet?”
“Don’t be such a baby.”
Fear can be completely irrational, and it can also be born of ignorance. Fear can be absolutely ridiculous (being afraid of a color with no past trauma, being afraid of things which cannot hurt you, being afraid because you have heard rumors about something and have not done any research to find out the truth). Fear can also be because of past trauma. Fear can be brought on by very good reasons, like bad experiences, or witnessing bad things happening.
Something I have never shared on my blog is my fear of water. This is a very hard post for me to write, and as I sit here, I am nearly in tears because of all the emotion it brings up. If you see me swimming in real life, you’ll probably notice that I stick to the shallows. When I can, I actually prefer to stick to the toddler areas, where there’s about a foot deep MAX of water, and you’re just expected to splash, or else, you know – be a toddler, and not actually swim. Lots of people think this is “cute”. Lots of people think this is “lazy”. Lots of people think this is “rude”. Lots of people don’t understand.
See, when I was about six, there was a water park that my parents used to bring us to on the weekends. It was near the camp ground we used to go to, and it was a really cool place. I was not an exceptional swimmer, but I could hold my own. My parents actually took me out of swimming when I was very young so that my older brothers could continue in (Want to read more...)
Posted by submissive guide on Tuesday May 21, 2013 Under Uncategorized
The title of this article may seem self-contradictory but submission means different things to different people and also almost all human beings are selfish to at least some degree at some point in our lives. Many submissives gain pleasure directly from the pleasure of their dominant and they are clearly not the target of this article. However, this issue comes up surprisingly frequently for some male submissives.
One definition of selfish (from the Encarta Dictionary online) is “concerned with your own interests, needs, and wishes while ignoring those of others.” I think that most agree that regardless of your BDSM orientation it is beneficial to be concerned with your own interests, needs, and wishes. If your needs are not being met in a relationship, then it is usually in everyone’s best interests to address the situation.
However, when someone does not also care about the interests of others, especially of a partner, that is where it becomes selfish.
But isn’t the nature of someone being submissive mean that they are not selfish by definition? Perhaps, but that depends upon the individual and on their definition of submissive. Also, we are all human beings with some level of irrational emotion, and occasional selfishness is common for many people. Selfishness may even be beneficial at times to overcome an issue, but that is not a topic for this article.
One definition of submissive (from Encarta) is “giving in or tending to give in to the demands or authority of others.” For BDSM submission I would add to that definition “…to whom we have agreed to submit.” However, many people who identify as BDSM submissive do not necessarily fit that definition. And therein lies potential difficulty in compatibility.
On FetLife I frequently see many dominant women post that male submissives are very difficult (Want to read more...)
Posted by kinkinmotion on Tuesday May 21, 2013 Under Uncategorized
I’m having a ‘WWGCD?’ moment. Would WOULD George Carlin do? The past little bit my travels and wanderings have led me to explore a strange new world. The world of privilege. What is it? well.. oh lets not shall we? But if you must, click here for the rundown. I just.. cant..
Here is where I admit my own culpability: I used to use this word from time to time. I can no longer do so in good conscious. Not because the motivation behind it has no merit (it does.. or at least it did.. until people went all crazygonuts with the word) but because of the absurdist, victimhood attachment and just flat over use of the word.
Oh, also.. I apparently HAVE a lot of these. Depression Privilege.. FINALLY! its about damn time that one paid off! Apparently depression privilege is ‘getting all the pity of having a mental illness, but the disease is well understood and “practically curable.” Also, I shouldn’t count as being mental unwell because I currently don’t have symptoms.’ So you got a little case of schizo affective disorder? HA! Officially better than you! Cause my brain only tries to eat itself in these specific ways while yours chooses other ways to eat itself and my brain eating MO is way betterer than yours. Suck it!
Somehow we went from well meaning discussions on class privilege and gender privilege to this: (do not ask me what they are, they are all google-able. I am beyond fed up with it so would appreciate not being a resource for more information on the crazy.)
List the First: Real and Google-able
- Adult Privilege
- White privilege
- Black Male Privilege
- Racial Privilege
- Male privilege
- Female Privilege
- Heterosexual privilege
- Straight Priviliege
- Gay Privilege
- Non-Trans Privilege
- Cisgender privilege
- Gender Privilege
- Gender Identity (Want to read more...)
Posted by TheSubMission on Tuesday May 21, 2013 Under Pet Play
I don’t go out for ice cream very often. The types of ice creams I tend to buy border on health food (but they aren’t). Master jokes about them. “They’re made with grass and twigs!” Ha ha. Not quite. And even vegan food can be loaded with sugar, which isn’t the best thing in the world for you. We don’t even buy ice cream that often really, because my sweet tooth is pretty damned small really. (But, don’t even get me started on my “salt tooth”. Ha ha.) Anyway. Once a year, for my birthday, Master takes me out for an ice cream in a “real” ice cream store. It’s always pretty simple. All I ever want is a single scoop of ice cream with a dollop of hot fudge.
Hot. Fucking. Fudge.
This has never been an issue. I mean, how hard is that? It isn’t even as though I want whipped cream and a cherry! I just want a simple dollop of hot fudge and a scoop of ice cream. I’m not even picky on flavor. Master brought me to his favorite spot (to remain nameless), and they told us up front they stopped carrying hot fudge. They only had cold fudge, now. I was sort of stunned. I mean, what kind of ice cream store carries cold fudge? And, how often do you ask an ice cream shop to give you cold fudge? Blergh! Master got me a vanilla ice cream with M+Ms mixed in, but it was obviously not what I wanted, though I ate it.
The next night, Master promised to get me hot fudge. He was determined:
“Your birthday is only once per year! You deserve this!”
I tried to tell him it was really, really okay. I didn’t need hot fudge. It was (Want to read more...)
He came to the door. His knock is not the same. And the horses are off. In. Shut. Lock. Bed. Arm. Pin. “You know how I found you? I followed your scent. I know every bit of you. It’s because I own every bit of you. You’re mine. Mine to do with. Mine. Can you […]