Scrivener_
Really Really Experienced
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- Nov 12, 2013
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So, I'm a submissive. I'm not terribly active in the lifestyle, although sometimes I'll post on the personal ads here looking for a bit of companionship and fun. And every so often, a personal ad will in turn catch my eye and make me want to get to know that person. It's turned out well, ninety five percent of the time, or at least not-unwell. Either there's mutual attraction, or there's not. Either there's fun and respect and good times to be had, or there's not. However, there's that five percent still unaccounted for, isn't there?
A bit of personal history about me: I was sexually assaulted when I was eighteen (in fact it was my first experience seeing a penis up close!). It wasn't an out and out rape - in fact, an outsider might have said it was consensual. I was in a car, parked in my high school parking lot, with my best girlfriend at the time, a gay guy, and a straight guy. The straight guy basically coerced us into doing various sexual acts, and the implicit undertone was, either do these acts, or get out of the car and walk the mile and a half home by yourself on a snowy December night. And while I never said no, the smell of vanilla hand lotion (which my girlfriend kept applying to both guy's penises) would for months after make me feel clammy and faint. Although it's been nine years since it happened, it's something that will always inform the way I respond to people sexually. This is not something I tell strangers, but if we're going to have a sexual relationship, I'll let you know about it at some point.
And for most women, it's not the out and out rapists that really get to us. It's the coercers. The "Aww, but I'm really good at persuasion!" response when we clearly say, "No, I'm not comfortable doing that thing you asked me." In a real life situation, it would be easy enough to just walk away, but what happens when you experience this kind of coercion online?
This recently happened to me - I was getting to know a young man, and he wanted to speak to me on the phone. I told him that I had anxiety about phone conversations - like, seriously, unless I know you really well, it is perhaps my least favorite way to communicate. I'm not sure if he misunderstood my use of the word anxiety (I meant it in the clinical psychological sense), but his response was, "I bet if you tried it, you'd really like it! You should fight through your nervousness!" As you can see from my story above, this obviously pressed some buttons for me. I had set a fairly clear boundary (from my perspective, at least), and he wasn't respecting it. We were talking on kik at the time, but he had my skype information, too. He said, "Okay, unless you tell me you REALLY don't want me to call, I'm going to call you." I didn't know what to do. I shut down. I didn't, couldn't say anything else. And the thing that put the last nail in that budding friendship's coffin was his last message to me on kik: "You have to pick up sometime..." No. No, I fucking don't.
So what do you do, when this kind of thing happens to you, apart from hitting the block button multiple times and putting the incident from your mind? Was I not clear enough in my boundaries, I wonder? Do I have to literally spell it out for people, "No, I have this mental illness called anxiety, it is not like nervousness, and if I say I am not comfortable with something, you should respect my boundaries"? A lot of me says I shouldn't have to do that. That if I express reticence or reluctance with doing something, it is obviously NOT consent. I shouldn't have to sit on anyone's head to get my point across.
Sorry for the novel. It's just that this has come up more than a few times in my play and I'd really like some advice.
A bit of personal history about me: I was sexually assaulted when I was eighteen (in fact it was my first experience seeing a penis up close!). It wasn't an out and out rape - in fact, an outsider might have said it was consensual. I was in a car, parked in my high school parking lot, with my best girlfriend at the time, a gay guy, and a straight guy. The straight guy basically coerced us into doing various sexual acts, and the implicit undertone was, either do these acts, or get out of the car and walk the mile and a half home by yourself on a snowy December night. And while I never said no, the smell of vanilla hand lotion (which my girlfriend kept applying to both guy's penises) would for months after make me feel clammy and faint. Although it's been nine years since it happened, it's something that will always inform the way I respond to people sexually. This is not something I tell strangers, but if we're going to have a sexual relationship, I'll let you know about it at some point.
And for most women, it's not the out and out rapists that really get to us. It's the coercers. The "Aww, but I'm really good at persuasion!" response when we clearly say, "No, I'm not comfortable doing that thing you asked me." In a real life situation, it would be easy enough to just walk away, but what happens when you experience this kind of coercion online?
This recently happened to me - I was getting to know a young man, and he wanted to speak to me on the phone. I told him that I had anxiety about phone conversations - like, seriously, unless I know you really well, it is perhaps my least favorite way to communicate. I'm not sure if he misunderstood my use of the word anxiety (I meant it in the clinical psychological sense), but his response was, "I bet if you tried it, you'd really like it! You should fight through your nervousness!" As you can see from my story above, this obviously pressed some buttons for me. I had set a fairly clear boundary (from my perspective, at least), and he wasn't respecting it. We were talking on kik at the time, but he had my skype information, too. He said, "Okay, unless you tell me you REALLY don't want me to call, I'm going to call you." I didn't know what to do. I shut down. I didn't, couldn't say anything else. And the thing that put the last nail in that budding friendship's coffin was his last message to me on kik: "You have to pick up sometime..." No. No, I fucking don't.
So what do you do, when this kind of thing happens to you, apart from hitting the block button multiple times and putting the incident from your mind? Was I not clear enough in my boundaries, I wonder? Do I have to literally spell it out for people, "No, I have this mental illness called anxiety, it is not like nervousness, and if I say I am not comfortable with something, you should respect my boundaries"? A lot of me says I shouldn't have to do that. That if I express reticence or reluctance with doing something, it is obviously NOT consent. I shouldn't have to sit on anyone's head to get my point across.
Sorry for the novel. It's just that this has come up more than a few times in my play and I'd really like some advice.