angela146
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I really think there is a "birth order" issue here.
Both my husband and were oldest children of several.
I never had the sense, growing up, of someone "taking care" of me. I was the one who was responsible to take care of my younger brothers and sisters. Bill was the same way in his family.
For both of us, there wasn't a gender distinction. Bill, for example, wasn't expected to take care of his sisters and to somehow help his brothers to learn how to take care of themselves. The roles seemed more assigned based on our being oldest rather than because of gender.
As for my "training" Bill in his new role... It was more of a case of freeing him to be able to do something that he was previously "trained" not to do. The idea of dominating a woman and inflicting physical punishment on her was anathema to him.
In a sense, I had to demonstrate that I was strong enough so that I was really doing this willingly (rather than because I felt it was "my place"). I had to show him that it was something I desired, rather than something that I felt was my obligation as a woman.
In the beginning, Bill wanted a relationship as equals. When I wanted him to "take charge" of me, he instinctively tried to enable me to take charge of myself (in the way that Stella suggests that girls/women ought to be encouraged).
In fact, I already had that. I had spent my first eighteen years "in charge" on an involuntary basis and wanted to be able to let go of all that. But, in order to do that, I had to not only convince Bill that it was OK for him to do it, I *also* had to show him how much fun it could be for him *and* I had to convince him to allow himself to enjoy it.
To him, it was kind of like a narcotic. It felt too good. It was too much fun. He "knew" in his heart that he shouldn't be enjoying it - that he should be encouraging me to be an equal.
One of the things that made it possible for him was the fact that I was so powerful in my career from the beginning. He could see me in my role as an independent consultant, running my own business, and making lots more money than him.
That meant that I had my own "power base". He could see that there was a kind of ultimate checks-and-balances thing. If I had been a stay-at-home mom making minimum wage selling Tupperware part time (extreme example), he would have felt that there was no "check" on his authority over me.
He didn't mind dominating a woman who was "dangerous" in her own right, someone who could pull the plug on his authority if she decided she wanted to.
In theory, if he got carried away with dominating me and crossed the line into abuse, I could leave him. I would be financially secure and able to take care of myself. The reality, however, is that I need his emotional strength to keep me on an even keel.
I can't be "super consultant woman" without my strong man at home to fall back on (and go over the lap of) when my self-confidence crashes or I get manicky.
This story represents a portion of that dynamic. Every once in a while, I need to push him over the edge and get him to let loose all of his feelings of male privilege on me.
I don't want him to feel like he's missing out on *anything* because of being married to me. At the same time, there is a rush of excitement in feeling the uncivilized man inside him.
Both my husband and were oldest children of several.
I never had the sense, growing up, of someone "taking care" of me. I was the one who was responsible to take care of my younger brothers and sisters. Bill was the same way in his family.
For both of us, there wasn't a gender distinction. Bill, for example, wasn't expected to take care of his sisters and to somehow help his brothers to learn how to take care of themselves. The roles seemed more assigned based on our being oldest rather than because of gender.
As for my "training" Bill in his new role... It was more of a case of freeing him to be able to do something that he was previously "trained" not to do. The idea of dominating a woman and inflicting physical punishment on her was anathema to him.
In a sense, I had to demonstrate that I was strong enough so that I was really doing this willingly (rather than because I felt it was "my place"). I had to show him that it was something I desired, rather than something that I felt was my obligation as a woman.
In the beginning, Bill wanted a relationship as equals. When I wanted him to "take charge" of me, he instinctively tried to enable me to take charge of myself (in the way that Stella suggests that girls/women ought to be encouraged).
In fact, I already had that. I had spent my first eighteen years "in charge" on an involuntary basis and wanted to be able to let go of all that. But, in order to do that, I had to not only convince Bill that it was OK for him to do it, I *also* had to show him how much fun it could be for him *and* I had to convince him to allow himself to enjoy it.
To him, it was kind of like a narcotic. It felt too good. It was too much fun. He "knew" in his heart that he shouldn't be enjoying it - that he should be encouraging me to be an equal.
One of the things that made it possible for him was the fact that I was so powerful in my career from the beginning. He could see me in my role as an independent consultant, running my own business, and making lots more money than him.
That meant that I had my own "power base". He could see that there was a kind of ultimate checks-and-balances thing. If I had been a stay-at-home mom making minimum wage selling Tupperware part time (extreme example), he would have felt that there was no "check" on his authority over me.
He didn't mind dominating a woman who was "dangerous" in her own right, someone who could pull the plug on his authority if she decided she wanted to.
In theory, if he got carried away with dominating me and crossed the line into abuse, I could leave him. I would be financially secure and able to take care of myself. The reality, however, is that I need his emotional strength to keep me on an even keel.
I can't be "super consultant woman" without my strong man at home to fall back on (and go over the lap of) when my self-confidence crashes or I get manicky.
This story represents a portion of that dynamic. Every once in a while, I need to push him over the edge and get him to let loose all of his feelings of male privilege on me.
I don't want him to feel like he's missing out on *anything* because of being married to me. At the same time, there is a rush of excitement in feeling the uncivilized man inside him.