Catherine Robbe-Grillet has some interesting observations about her own evolution from sub to Dom and the space between the two designations.Yes, there are 50SoG references; je m'excuse par avance. And yes it's VF, so we all know we're heading into baroque eyeroll territory but when the lady speaks, she hits the mark. It's more or less safe for work. Read it here. I don't know how many of you consider yourselves members of the BDSM/fetish etc. community, or if you even consider there is such a thing, but umm... yeah. We're always interested in the accounts of other freaks, especially senior practioners like Robbe-Grillet. Put it that way. So much attention is paid to the salacious physical aspects, so little to the riveting psychology of D + s. I personally identify as a dominant sadist, but not always... for me it's a sliding scale, an array of mutable ratios, each element ceding and advancing with the mechanics of every new engagement. |
Who knows?
Sexual orthodoxy is vexatious but also amusing. I've been told to piss or get off the pot in regard to my own ambiguity (who doesn't love a bossy bottom?), but fuck that. I'll tinkle where I darn well please. We can define our own pleasures right out of existence; that shit's for masochists.