It’s another beautiful day. The sun is shining. i’ve already done my volunteer thing and had breakfast. Have an afternoon of activities ahead of me, most of which will be fun. So life is good.
i saw JM, the amazing analyst yesterday, which always brightens my day, and sometimes my week. We were talking about judgement – not using good judgement, but making judgements about other people’s sexuality.
i work in a ~ culture, i guess is the right term ~ a culture that’s very judgmental about sexuality, especially about women, of course. Boys will be boys, and you know, they can’t help it. There’s “nice” girls and “bad” girls and bad girls do and nice girls don’t. Bad girls are just like prostitutes, except they don’t get paid. And sometimes ~
~~ sometimes ~~ brace yourself now
~~~~~~~~~~ sometimes they “do it” because they just like sex.
True. Shocking, but true.
And, as you may guess, this is not my stance on the universe or sexuality and it is often a struggle for me to be balanced and not just leap out there and alienate half the staff and most of my clients. But that wouldn’t solve anything, and wouldn’t even help, so i’m always trying to challenge the ideas in more subtle ways, to bring them into question and explore them.
So when i realize that somehow, i’ve bought into it, somehow i’m taking that judgmental stance with myself, i am filled with dismay. But there it is
As i told JM yesterday, only half kidding, we all know there is an actual number of people you can have an intimate relationship with before you cross an invisible line and become ~
~ and i get a little stuck here, because what do you become? Not a fallen woman, i think as far as i’m concerned, that boat already sailed. Not a slut or a bad girl, cause those are terms of endearment. But still, there’s something you become, what can it be????
i never did name it yesterday, for sure, he knew what a meant, and we let it go at that. But writing this today, it hit me ~~~
AHA!
A sex addict!
That’s what we become.
And how funny is that? That i think calling someone a “sex addict” is more pejorative than slut. But anyhow…
…i was talking about how i kinda got caught up in that for a while, being a little afraid that i was going to hit that actual number and cross the line. And maybe i’m still working my way back out of it.
i was thinking too about the difference between a Dom or a Master and someone vanilla who just likes rough sex. Is there a difference? Yes, i’m pretty sure there is, and JM agreed, and when i said i didn’t think i could articulate the difference, he said he’d hoped i would, cause he couldn’t. But it’s there, right?
And that’s what i’m thinking about on a beautiful Saturday in April with a whole lovely afternoon ahead of me. {smiling…}