So yeah, seems these days my brain doesn’t work unless someone else kicks it. Today Hugo has a post up about BDSM- and as usual- the stereotypical assumption of male as sadist female as masochist seems to be whats what. So after reading and commenting, I got to thinking about a post I had been pondering, but is a dicey one, even discussed the pros and cons with Joan, and well, fuck it.
In my personal life, I am a switch, when I did such things professionally, I only did them on the dominant level. Personally, in all things sex related except BDSM, I prefer men, professionally- eh, I did not much care- which is to say I am straight in all forms of anything sexual except…BDSM. And I am only not-straight in that aspect when I am the dominant/sadistic one. And you know what? I ain’t alone in that. Regardless of what anyone wants to tell you, women who prefer that side of the coin are not unicorns, are not all professionals, and very much do exisit. They also deserve to be recognized. I mean I swear to god- all the speculation aimed at sadists is always all about the men, and wondering if they can really be good guys or are two steps from serial killers, if they really just *like* hurting women, blah blah blah blah always and forever even on feminist spaces all about the fucking men. It amuses and annoys the fuck outta me at the same time.
And I smirk at this shit. Hell, privately and professionally I have done some crazy shit, from using a dudes leg as an ashtray to, well, specifically being chosen to be the overly violent aggressor in someone elses rape fantasy. That was actually my professional speciality. And not all those people who have asked/paid me to- well- fantasy rape them- have been women. Have many? Yes. Have I had dudes, some for fun and some for money, who have in essence wanted me to make them my prison bitch for a few hours? Yep. And I will also say flat out I enjoy that shit- and NOT just cause its what they like or want to. Nor do I personally care for the dress up in cool outfits light spanky tie up games either…if I am gonna hit someone…I’m gonna hit ’em.
Does that make me a horrible vile person who folk should run screaming from or at least wonder about my motives? Nahh…cause I totally don’t exist or have violent urges and fantasies and act ’em out with consenting people cause I don’t have a dick! (Well, not real one anyway…I got some fake ones that have drawn blood…but not the real thing- so, no matter!)