Masculinity, Ideology & Woman Worship
» BDSM, D/s, S&M: Speculations
My overall sexual history and identity are atypical. Perhaps more so than might seem from the words I put on this site.
Humbly worshipping a woman by the gifted Nanshakh. I envy his stripes.
This morning I was thinking of the distance I sometimes feel from other men who connect with essential erotic needs through woman worship.
Partly it stems from my sense of myself as a man.
My masculinity is like bright plumage on a bird. It gives me a means of attracting the attention of someone feminine. So I like being tall. That many women have told me that I have a sexy voice has always tickled my vanity. Likewise the other parts of me that might be called gently butch.
I value these attributes because no one wants to be found unattractive. But they don’t define me. And I can’t be ashamed of them any more than I can of my hair color. So there’s nothing about being a man that I feel makes me deserving of punishment (though any reason for the latter is naturally welcome).
While I could speak of manly virtues of being a strong shoulder, a provider, protective it isn’t as if a woman can embody those equally well. To say otherwise would be to say a woman can’t be strong.
My ‘masculinity’ can’t be turned against me. My maleness that is another matter. Thoughts of having my body and biology ruled and subverted make my neurons flicker brightly.
Life is lovely on the end of her leash. By one of the many Jims.
I’ve already bitched about the ideology of female superiority, gynarchic ideals and the like. I’m sorry guys but women aren’t inherently better. Nor more competent (ask the shareholders of Hewlett Packard).
But if you feel that you must translate your chivalry into sociology that is OK.
I’d hate to think that in surrendering I was somehow being more ethical or embracing some sort of political purity.
My submission is a contract between me and one special person. I give it because I love her and she’s willing to accept it. My love of her is sufficient.
It is part of our bond. Nothing more but in no sense nothing less.
