Netzach
>semiotics?
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I feel like saying this, while comforting, is sort of like putting a band-aid onto a gaping wound. Its like, okay, but what about if the very way you are submissive, not the aspects of you that are submissive, but the way in which your submission manifests itself does not fit into the very definition of the word submission. Its not like, oh I'm missing some of the traits that often submissives have, its like I look into the dictionary at the word submissive and the way I am that label does not fit its definition.
I think about that and its one big monumental moment of "Well, FUCK."
And yeah, this is all superficial labels and yeah yeah who cares about labels, no label fits everyone, do what you want, etc. etc. etc. but when your understanding of yourself does not fit into the world around you it creates the potential for some serious mind-fuckery. It doesn't matter how aware of myself I am, how much I know that labels don't matter, how much I'm intellectually aware of what is important, I'm still running into these walls, because they are there in the world, and not even my own intellectual self awareness is strong enough to break through them.
And I mean, I'm sorry, but I honestly have a hard time believing anyone that says that they are able to ignore labels and expectations and just be themselves without any difficulty. This is really difficult shit that's completely surrounding each and every one of us from every side. We're saturated with it and its impossible to escape completely.
Netz and I can't be the only people who are frustrated by this.
I think in trying to theorize our own sexualities, and get off to them (O for example) we've also codified and ossified everything exciting and sexy about them to varying extents. I think this is the submissive-but-not-A-SUBMISSIVE kind of thing comes into play. You want certain things out of your sexuality, but you don't find that this automatically makes you jive mentally and psychosexually with other people who want the same. The annoying, immature aspect of the community that I've encountered glosses over this, and assumes shared understanding, and shared motivations.
This isn't true only of the SM world, but any minority sexuality.
I mean, because I love to do X Y and Z in the context of a single particular, irreplaceable, relationship, NO it does not follow that I've always been the caretaker girl, I get my best jollies pleasing other people, I'm shy and need self confidence bolstering, I'm looking for a mentor, I'm a child in a woman's body or any of the nine thousand other things that people have said SHOULD follow as a result but don't never have and won't. For the longest time, I checked my desires against those of the other women around me who ID as submissive and I went "fuck, I can't be that, that doesn't make any sense to me at all."
They still rarely do. But I know what feels good when I'm alone with my lover.
Maybe other people are better at "damn the labels" than I am, but I always wonder where and why they're there, I always wonder why people think as they do and furthermore, why so many of them are invested in making ME think things.
It's the same as "well I'm not a lesbian, because I still like boys." That was my HS self understanding. The option of being something other than an afterschool special lesbian or straight was never in front of me.
I mean can you imagine what it would have felt like to be around before Roissy was this total freaking cliche? Hell, I'd like to have been active when the Mapplethorpe exhibit was causing conniptions around OH. Oh, I also see a lot less of this in the queer leather world. I've never in my life heard "boys, girls, or slaves are like this." Everyone's expected to be kind of a full fledged adult and sexuality is sexuality. There's dysfunction there too, a plenty, but another type.
I hate the feeling of feeling like some kind of cliche at every turn. Yet I can be doing the most cliched of behaviors and it's hot and fresh and exciting if I'm doing it far away from the crowd. When I try to wrest meaning out of this experience and talk about it, I have no language that doesn't make it a cliche, it's only something that can really be articulated in a shorthand that makes it a cartoon of itself.
Such is the nature of sex, though, I think. The bastards have never let us figure out how to talk about it.
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