That summed up much of how I feel when someone asks me to do more than just play so perfectly the realities of that dynamic and the internal quandaries.

Ive had that question asked of me now twice over th last 2 years and its a gut wrenching a question for me each time. Why, Do you know who I am or am I just a fantasy, Why should I let you under my skin, Into my life, What if I really am not the person you think I am and many more questions both felt and unformed and written out in total clarity.

I don’t think its in anyway particular to male or female doms but I can never understand the immediate surrender crap I see online and in the scene the two date or one date collar, the I want to submits that seem to be more interested in submitting to a whip or set of fetish clothes with out any understanding what it means to submit or that someone is in those clothes.

If someone cant be mine just being then they really aren’t worth the time

I place the blame for my geekhood on my parents, especially my dad.

No permanent damage from the parental units? So, there’s a chance that my daughter will be alright, then?

I might save it for another day, but there are levels of geekery that I’m not sure can be fully contextualized in a blog like this. Like, the backstory of Galadriel and why that struggle is particularly hard for her in ways that the movie never tells us about. . . Yea. Geek.

I place the blame for my geekhood on my parents, especially my dad. Star Trek: Next Gen was an evening ritual of extreme importance.

*nods*
Saving the chunk for another day?

Yay, I love geeks.

Interestingly, just today my daughter (12 yo) said something about appreciating that I’m a cool geek-type dad. Good thing, ‘cos she’s turning into a young female version of me (much to the dismay of Mrs. Edge).
;-)

Um, hot? Tantalus, not a world without polyunity.

Engrailed-

On the countrary, I think that switches face very unique challanges. “Cowardly” would be the last things n my mind.

Richard-

Goodness, that’s a scary news item. We had something similar in the paper recently about a woman from my school who was stalked and raped and then lit on fire – and survived. I didn’t talk to strangers for weeks.
I’ve expressed myself before on the automatic demand for power. Ugh.

I kept running into these creepy characters who because they had granted themselves a title thought I should forget how to capitalize my name and just roll over.

Any sort of negotiation or prior meeting proved that I wasn’t “real.”

This was about the time when it was discovered that some guy who had been meeting submissive women online had murdered them all buy imprisoning them in metal drums.

I actually pointed that out to a couple of these self-imagined dominants. But it was still surrender totally and instantly or get lost.