Saturday, August 2, 2008

Meaning in Lyrics

It just occurred to me how well Ben Folds 'Landed' lyrics sum up my relationship with my mom. He's a custom-cut version to best express my perspective:

We'd hit the bottom
I thought it was my fault
And in a way I guess it was
I'm just now finding out
What it was all about

The daily dramas
She made from nothing
So nothing ever made it right

She liked to push me
And talk me back down
'Till i believed I was the crazy one
And in a way
I guess I was

Till I opened my eyes and walked out the door
And the clouds came tumbling down
And it's bye-bye goodbye I tried
Treading the sea of a troubled mind
I had to leave myself behind
Singin' bye-bye goodbye I tried

So come pick me up
I've landed...

Monday, July 28, 2008

Sex Positivity in Practice

A few months ago, I completely revamped my relationship status- when I realized that I had the option of multiple relationships, I started rethinking pretty much everything else, too. I finally admitted that I was bi, had a hypnosis and mind control fetish, and started considering interest in BDSM and other forms of kinkiness. 

In other words, I went from thinking "Man! I am so sex-positive! I am totally allowed to enjoy sex and to say no to sex if I don't want it. Take that, male chauvinism!" to thinking "Um, ok. Also, I have the right to want sex just because I want it, and I have the right to want specific things out of sex. What an awesome reality check!"

However, I've always been really uncomfortable talking about sex- I largely still am, but I've gotten a lot better about it. A while ago, A and I had a long session of heavy petting that was almost entirely instructive- me telling him him some of the theory of how things worked when I masturbate, him trying it out, me demonstrating, trying again, things not working, (boo for contraceptive libido-awfulness) trying different things, discovering my (OM)G-spot, et cetera.

It was possibly the most open I've ever been about the down-and-dirty logistics of my sexuality, particularly the bits where it was clear that I masturbate. I was really, really proud of myself. I've been talking recently with some platonic girl friends of mine about sex, but talking openly with the people I'm having it or potentially having it with is a lot harder. I've also had some pretty open talks with T about kink, which has been more nervewracking, but also amazing.

I've come a long way in the past six months- a long way in a good direction. Go me.

Sunday, July 6, 2008

Apologies

Just posted part of that rant on LJ.

Repeat after me: I will not apologize for telling others about my feelings. I will not apologize for being self-centric on a self-centric medium. I will not feel that I am taking up too much space. I will not apologize for being broken.

How many times do I have to repeat those things to get them?

Saturday, July 5, 2008

Moving In

A has recently decided that he would like me to move in with him and T. This is both very flattering and a thought that had certainly crossed my mind before.

It also raises lots of red flags about premature commitment, and is an offer that I would probably have trouble not accepting if it were offered.

The validity of above red flags is not entirely what I want to discuss at the moment, I'm going to mostly leave them by the wayside, saying only that their validity is not a foregone conclusion.

I'm going to wax introspective about my (near pathological) desire to have this roommate-ness offered to me and to accept the offer.

Firstly, I have little to no discretion when it comes to things that make me feel accepted, included trusted, and loved. I want nearly all things that achieve this, with very few filters. (To the point that I have sometimes worried that my interest in a relationship, though real, originally stemmed purely from the other person's interest in me.) It was a big deal when today someone asked if I would be able to pet sit for them and I said no, because no was the best answer for everybody- but a large part of me desperately wanted to be there, be worthy of the trust and respect that I perceived in the request. This begs the question: how do I evaluate my feelings in things like this, since I know for a fact that my emotional brain is powerful enough to convince my rational brain of things that are totally untrue and unsupported?

In this case, why do I specifically wish to jump on this opportunity? For one, I think it would be really nice in many ways in execution and I have never been good at delayed gratification. 

But S asked me a good question. "Do you think that the offer will go away?" I didn't think so at first. But reflecting, I feel that may be wrong. My feeling is now "of course I'm afraid that the offer will go away. I'll slip up and they'll see how horrible I really am and I'll have never got the chance to...live with them and show them how wonderful I really am?" My emotional brain sucks at logic. 

I desperately, desperately, desperately want a family. I want someone to promise to love me forever and no matter what and I want to believe them. And I want to believe I'll love them back forever. 

Because somewhere in my head, I'm incapable of love, kindness, goodness, compatibility with others, and I deserve none of these from others.

Fuck. I had nearly forgotten about that bit of my head.

(I'm writing totally stream of consciousness, I've no idea what I'll make of this post in the morning.)

The pain hits me in unpredictable waves, triggered by buttons I didn't know I had. S can relate.

Thought: S is not my therapist. S is my good friend. Where do I draw that line? Where does she?

Thought: I hate needing a therapist. I hate my broken brain. There are so many broken pieces of me that I don't even know how they're supposed to look once they've been put back together anymore. But they're hiding behind my relative functionality, so sometimes even I forget they're there.

I hate that I'm too broken to love and be loved properly. I don't know what good, strong, healthy love looks like. I can't recognize it for the shattered shards of what fucking should have been a whole and strong and wonderful person growing out of that poor ten year old girl.

God, I wish that little girl could have lived past 10.

I am lost in my own brokenness. I have no path. I don't know how to look for one. I only know what way time goes.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Penn & Teller's Bullshit: The War on Porn

I watched the 'War on Porn' episode of Penn & Teller's bullshit today. It basically consisted of this: some uptight and obnoxious people condemned porn. They defended it. Big surprise. 

Here's where I critique their defense.

They cited a few studies that have failed to find any significant correlation between exposure to pornography and rape or general violence. Well, I'd want to see the studies, but that seems fair.

They made no distinction at all between what was good and bad in pornography and the adult industry in general. They made no mention of the many, many things that the adult industry does habitually and without even seeming to notice: requiring a certain body type, requiring a certain type of body grooming (long hair on the head, shaved every other kind of hair). These restrictions, in my mind, resctrict and demean women's sexuality, but they are also not limited to the porn industry. You see similar phenomena in advertising in department stores. 

Another example is the general perception that the one and only demographic that the mainstream porn industry markets to is heterosexual males, and if you are anything but that, you have to go to specific niche porn sources- this seems odd. There are frequently 'secondary' sites on these mainstream porn providers for gay male porn, true. However, there's almost NOTHING female-oriented. (Most general kink sites, for instance offer all M/f stuff, or occasionally F/f stuff...but F/m stuff? No wai!) Now, perhaps all their market research has shown that women aren't interested in porn, so they can't be bothered to make the investment. But the bodice-ripper industry seems to be doing quite well, so I can only assume that a creative porn producer could do quite well by creating porn that *gasp* met women's wants and needs in porn.

One of the points that was brought up in the episode is that porn encourages the idea that women will happily do anything that the man wants sexually. Penn & Teller blew right over this point, but I thought it was somewhat interesting. First of all, porn is pretty much fantasy, right? And in your fantasy, women are probably not going to tell you that they'd rather not do whatever you have in mind. Healthy adult minds can separate fantasy from reality. It's a beautiful feature of a healthy human brain. Similarly, the anti-porn advocate complained that women in these films were doing things that were physically difficult and that this was encouraging bad expectations- again, fantasy versus reality. Also, doing physically difficult things in bed, OH NOES!

On another note, at one point in the show someone was making the claim that porn made people violent in real life. Another 'expert' retorted "most people don't watch violent porn. Most people watch porn that shows happy people doing what happy people ought to be doing in bed." (Not an exact quote.) 

Look, I know Penn & Teller probably didn't mean to make a sweeping condemnation of BDSM in their show. Fine. Now I get to rip them a new one anyway.

1) Violent porn probably doesn't make you violent either. I don't have proof of a lack of correllation, but I have yet to see proof of a correllation. If you have it, hit me with your best shot.

2) If you intend to make a distinction between some of the nastier nonconsensual porn out there and consensual BDSM or BDSM-related fantasy stuff (because seriously, when it's all in a fantasy world, non-consensual erotica is fun and harmless. And usually comes with disclaimers if it's not the nasty kind of stuff.), please make it. Don't leave the viewer to make the distinction for themselves. They probably won't. In other words, please don't relegate people's kink to synonymity with moral depravity and the actual desire to inflict harm on other human beings without consent or consequences. It's just not nice. 

(Caveat: I'm actually not terribly familiar with what kind of nasty violent porn is out there, or how nasty precisely it is. Perhaps it's not nasty at all, but I can make some educated guesses and would suspect that there is some nastiness out there. If my guesses are not educated enough based on what I've written, please take the opportunity to educate me further.)

The thing that bothered me most about the porn critics on the show was that it didn't seem to occur to these people (based on the footage of them that was included in the show) that there might in fact be pornography out there that was sex-positive without possessing some of the rather misogynistic traits that much porn has. I firmly believe that, minus some of that crap, porn is a fine and dandy thing that doesn't degrade anyone. Anyone who believes otherwise doesn't have to watch. And if you try to make legislation that says I can't watch it because you object? Well, screw you.

Monday, June 23, 2008

Freakin' YAY

My birth control crap has apparently levelled out- I'm now actually able to have an orgasm (or 3...) again. Freakin' woot.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

'Elder Porn' in Japan

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