Where are all the women?

To all the moms on this board...

I ask that you teach your children only one important lesson and it is this: "If we are riding on an airplane, and there is a blonde lady named Keroin sitting in front of you, and you kick her chair non-stop for six hours, a monster will come down out of the overhead bin and drag you away forever and you will never see Mommy and/or Daddy again."

Yes, this will no doubt trigger some nightmares but I feel the risk is worth it.

Thank you.
 
To all the moms on this board...

I ask that you teach your children only one important lesson and it is this: "If we are riding on an airplane, and there is a blonde lady named Keroin sitting in front of you, and you kick her chair non-stop for six hours, a monster will come down out of the overhead bin and drag you away forever and you will never see Mommy and/or Daddy again."

Yes, this will no doubt trigger some nightmares but I feel the risk is worth it.

Thank you.

I think that monster should drag the parents away and eat them.
 
Yeah, not okay, although I'm ashamed to admit my kid was loud as all fuck on an airplane. Argh it was upsetting and I tried my best but he was so freaking tired. Anyway, lessons learned and he never repeatedly kicked the person in front of him!

But can we not have the women thread turn into the mommy thread? ;)
 
I think that monster should drag the parents away and eat them.

As long as the end result is the child not kicking my chair, the monster can eat whomever he likes.

I am a kicking-chair-child magnet on planes. I just don't get it. Can we not introduce a non-kicking section on flights? Or can we, as passengers, be alloted a certain amount of duct tape?
 
Yeah, not okay, although I'm ashamed to admit my kid was loud as all fuck on an airplane. Argh it was upsetting and I tried my best but he was so freaking tired. Anyway, lessons learned and he never repeatedly kicked the person in front of him!

But can we not have the women thread turn into the mommy thread? ;)

Can we turn it into the flying thread?

(BTW, I can handle children making noise, I never leave home without ear plugs, since most places I visit/live have roosters, and dogs, and goats and...)
 
hmmm. i consider myself a real woman, and i am lucky to have 3 female friends who qualify as well. all of us are very different, with differently shaped bodies sans silicone, with different levels of cooking and cleaning skills (and i find those qualifications rather outdated, frankly); none of us fart in public, though i have heard seshat burp several times.. we all happen to have the same sexual proclivities, which is helpful when related issues come up. oh, and we all curse like.. drunken construction workers? at any rate, the cursing seems to be universal. i'm not sure what actually defines my womanliness, or femininity.. perhaps my shape, my desires, my softness? what i wear and how i approach men?
Outdated? I eat three meals a day and live in a house that inexplicably sprouts dust out of nowhere and, less inexplicably, has bathrooms and a kitchen in need of cleaning on a regular basis.

Not saying I think it makes sense to look for a personal chef/maid as key factor in partner selection, but it does seem to me that skills in these areas are as useful as they've ever been.

What do you wear, and how do you approach men?
 
rumara said:
at any rate, the cursing seems to be universal. i'm not sure what actually defines my womanliness, or femininity.. perhaps my shape, my desires, my softness? what i wear and how i approach men?

What do you wear, and how do you approach men?

Well, naked with an apron should do the job. :p
 
More importantly, do you kick the back of people's chairs while you travel?


I clean my shower naked but that's just common sense. Everybody does that, right?

I clean my shower naked, but something I learned the hard way--

Never give a kitten a bath while naked. I thought since I would get soaked anyway washing him I may as well do it naked. Unfortunately he decided he didn't like being bathed and ran up my front and slid down my back with his claws out...and I'm allergic to cats. LOL
 
...I still shower in the dark so I don't see anything I can't unsee.

I have to shower with the lights on so I can see where the geckos/spiders/ants/roaches are at.

My shower is spotlessly clean but I seldom get to bathe alone. Sigh.
 
This is crazy shit, I know, but I can scrub my bathroom with ajax. Cook for 1-10 people with ease. And even make a chore chart that sits on the refrigerator in the kitchen because the person WITH the penis in my house can do the same things without his falling off. We both work really irregular and brutal hours, so this is less an issue of authority and more one of whether we like a toilet we can put our butts on without cringing.
 
This is crazy shit, I know, but I can scrub my bathroom with ajax. Cook for 1-10 people with ease. And even make a chore chart that sits on the refrigerator in the kitchen because the person WITH the penis in my house can do the same things without his falling off. We both work really irregular and brutal hours, so this is less an issue of authority and more one of whether we like a toilet we can put our butts on without cringing.

I don't think all women have to cook and clean. In my little bubble. What makes me happy is being that way. I would feel out of sorts if Master cooked dinner. That's just me.
 
I don't think all women have to cook and clean. In my little bubble. What makes me happy is being that way. I would feel out of sorts if Master cooked dinner. That's just me.

Frankly I think it would be grand if I went out and brought in bacon and M stayed home and looked cute and got his nails done and ajaxed the bathroom. I wish. Till my business has grown in several orders of magnitude, I have to find other ways to express the power dynamic. I can't realistically lay the housework parts on someone who's running tests 8-3 am one night and 5-2am the next.

I guess the main reason I get touchy is because in FDom there's this notion that if you lift a finger in housework, you MUST be doing something wrong.

I have to live in my world. It's full of shitty home upkeep things that no one particularly likes to do, and sometimes the subbie one doesn't have the time for. So, since I like them done and I don't particulaly want to be married to someone who's so burnt out he's going to jump off the crosstown exchange, which is where anyone would be if they had more shit laid on him than he's currently got...it's a no brainer.
 
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Frankly I think it would be grand if I went out and brought in bacon and M stayed home and looked cute and got his nails done and ajaxed the bathroom. I wish. Till my business has grown in several orders of magnitude, I have to find other ways to express the power dynamic.

*nods* I wish sometimes that I wasn't like that. I am the one bringing home the bacon, and cooking, and cleaning, and raising the little ones. And it's not like Master won't pitch in. It's my attitude of how I think I should be.
 
I don't think all women have to cook and clean. In my little bubble. What makes me happy is being that way. I would feel out of sorts if Master cooked dinner. That's just me.

it's not just you. last year i was severely ill for like a week, basically couldn't leave the bed. now usually when i'm sick Daddy just tries not to make too gigantic of a mess and will basically leave everything to do with the upkeep of the house for me to take care of when i'm better. one of the nightmares of getting sick, but i digress lol. but this particular time, i don't know why, but after a couple of days he started taking on all of my normal housekeeping duties...cleaning bathrooms, sweeping and vacuuming, dusting, washing dishes, even cooking. it really REALLY got to me. everytime i would notice something else had done, something that was my job, i would get this very tense uncomfortable feeling. on the one hand of course it's nice that he was taking care of the house and taking that stress off my shoulders, but on the other hand it made me feel almost redundant. like, here he is, managing just fine without my help...what the heck does he need me for??

when i finally got better, i went around like a crazy person frantically re-cleaning, re-organizing, re-doing everything, to show how much better/nicer those things were when done by me. silly i know, but a slave's gotta feel needed too.
 
*nods* I wish sometimes that I wasn't like that. I am the one bringing home the bacon, and cooking, and cleaning, and raising the little ones. And it's not like Master won't pitch in. It's my attitude of how I think I should be.

Mistress does most of the cooking. (I bake, just to not appear completely useless here.) But sometimes, Master cooks. It makes me so happy because he just looks so proud of himself, and I think it's adorable. :D
 
it's not just you. last year i was severely ill for like a week, basically couldn't leave the bed. now usually when i'm sick Daddy just tries not to make too gigantic of a mess and will basically leave everything to do with the upkeep of the house for me to take care of when i'm better. one of the nightmares of getting sick, but i digress lol. but this particular time, i don't know why, but after a couple of days he started taking on all of my normal housekeeping duties...cleaning bathrooms, sweeping and vacuuming, dusting, washing dishes, even cooking. it really REALLY got to me. everytime i would notice something else had done, something that was my job, i would get this very tense uncomfortable feeling. on the one hand of course it's nice that he was taking care of the house and taking that stress off my shoulders, but on the other hand it made me feel almost redundant. like, here he is, managing just fine without my help...what the heck does he need me for??

when i finally got better, i went around like a crazy person frantically re-cleaning, re-organizing, re-doing everything, to show how much better/nicer those things were when done by me. silly i know, but a slave's gotta feel needed too.
I can so relate to this. My ankle has been bothering me tonight from a previous injury. Master says order out, or we can have sandwiches. You don't need to be on that foot. I had to ask him are you sure like 500 times, and I still felt like shit about serving sandwiches for dinner.
 
Since this is being framed in femininity versus subbiness - while I do pop into lit more than I ought, it's also because my work has me pretty much rooted to the comp most of the day in one form or another. In other words: I'm working just as hard.

It's slightly easier for me to take up the cleaning mantle and I do more often, but not that much, and merely by my proximity to the mess as I'm at home. I'm often putting in the same hours, or even more heading into an event. I make sure he's fed during rough testing weeks, he makes sure I'm fed prior to events.

It's equally as useless to have me work myself sick again, because we need both incomes. I guess this is where my girl credentials are always threatened, because I know so many women who will work themselves to death rather than draw a boundary. I have no intention of making myself sick again, and I have no intention of doing it all. I want to do a few things really really really well.

What feels feminine, girly, and awesome, is being able to take care of mine to the extent that I know what he needs, attentive to the degree of relaxation necessary for him not to become a total wreck, and also finding ways that he can still always feel relevant and service-y without necessarily derailing his energy. The very nature of compromise and cooperation.
 
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