And done

I’m putting this blog on indefinite hiatus. It’s been a fun experiment but it no longer serves its purpose. When I started it two years ago, it was meant to document my journey into the BDSM community and the relationships I hoped would form.

Currently, I find my local community to be tiresome and energy-sapping. There is not much in the way of OMG-new-things to try or talk about.

Secondly, as a sex and relationship blog, there is neither right now, nor frankly, anytime soon. This blog has largely turned into a medium for me to complain but my lack of both, I’d rather not continue to add negativity to the world.

Finally, I get a ton of anxiety feeling like I have tot write and update regularly. This is unneeded stress that I can remove from my life by closing this chapter.

Thank you, dear readers. I’ll still be around on Twitter if you want to chat.

Lack

I feel more that I’m lacking something, as a person. I’m not sure what it is. Perhaps a personality trait. Or a habit. A change in demeanor. Something is missing. Or a part not able to express itself.

Objectively, I have a pretty good life, but it seems that I am sad more often than not. Why is this? I reach out into the abyss hoping my hand finds purchase on the last puzzle piece. Something to bring happiness (even when I have plenty to be happy about).

It seems silly how often my logic (everything is pretty darn good) and my emotions (the end of the world is upon us) are at odds.

Manipulation

One of my biggest failings is trying to be the gatekeeper of bad feelings – both my own, and, worse, others’. This has led to situations where I’ve kept something from someone I care about – sometimes outright lie – to protect them and their feelings.

The most obvious of these moments are with my parents. For instance, several years ago they were on vacation for the first time in forever. I was in a bad place, bad enough that I went to the ER. I didn’t tell them. I called a friend and his parents, who picked me up. Even after their pleading, I didn’t tell my parents. I didn’t want to call them. I didn’t want to ruin their vacation.

Later I found out they were on their way home early anyway, due to a family friend’s death. I’m not sure if this knowledge would changed my mind then.

Of course the hospital bill came sometime later and I was forced to explain all, anyway. It was worse to delay the inevitable.

But I didn’t want my emotional state (especially with the knowledge of my mental illness) to effect their actions (i.e. coming home early). It felt manipulative.

In school, if I have a problem getting an assignment done on time to paralyzing anxiety, it feels manipulative to explain this while asking for an extension. Would they give me an extension if I just asked? Does my anxiety lend weight to the request? If it does, is that bad? Certainly I don’t deserve an extension, illness or not (the latter thought being a symptom of unconsented-self-emotional-masochism).

This ‘protection’ has occurred with others as well. Friends, partners, classmates, and teachers. I am constantly afraid of altering others’ behavior by expressing emotion. In the simplest form, I don’t want to be a burden. My thought process is something like this: If I tell them I’m sad, they put aside other engagements to comfort me. While comfort would be nice, I should be able to handle these feelings myself without bothering my friends. I will have manipulated their actions by expressing myself. Or at least that my reasoning. I’ll note too that this is hypocritical of me, as I don’t feel bothered nor burdened when a friend asks for help or comfort.

But fuck all that.

Who am I really protecting?

Myself.

I fear what they will think of me. I fear that my own emotions will go into a tailspin. I am protecting myself from further hurt. Or from an argument I don’t want to have. Or a lesson I don’t want to hear. Or a scolding I already know. Or even simply admitting to myself that I am fallible, and human, and make mistakes. And while I do need to look after myself, I cannot do so at the expense of others. The reality is, I cannot control others actions and emotions, and without knowledge of all relevant information (to them), I am preventing them from having the agency to make decisions. This isn’t to say that my emotions and feelings don’t matter. They do, but I already have the power to make decisions and act accordingly, because I have full knowledge of them. By depriving the same to those my emotions effect, I have lied.

And I hate lying.

It’s not that simple though. There is a time and place for everything. And how I express myself to others is just as important (and just as often confusing for me). Knowing where the line between withholding and sharing is something I continue to struggle with. But I hope with this new-found insight, I can manage it better, communicate better, and thus be a better friend and partner. At the very least I have developed better tools for my internal dissection process.

2014 in review

Wow. What. A. Year.

A whirlwind of activity. Of change. Of growth. Of introspection.

Of mistakes. (Oh, so many mistakes). Of road bumps. Of hiccups. Of stumbles. Of bruises (both the good and bad kinds).

I suppose I should step back and look at the positives first before moving on to what I want to work on. First off, my biggest accomplishment would have to be related to my mental health. I feel like I’ve finally found a good balance between drugs and therapy that I am mostly happy with. Curiously, I love going to my therapist but it doesn’t *feel* like therapy, nor do we ever get particularly deep (deeper stuff gets discussed with various confidants), but somehow it helps. On the same note, I have not been to the hospital this year for mental health reasons (or at all), which is a change from earlier years. In fact, in the general scheme of things, I feel like my life is finally going somewhere and progressing after a few years of stagnancy.

Which brings me to the job situation. I fucking love my job, I really do. I’ve worked exclusively for start-ups since I was 16 and this is the first one where I feel relatively secure. I get paid what I’m worth. I get paid on time. I’m not constantly worried about running out of work to do, or praying that the next investor meeting doesn’t have me or my co-workers out of a job. Perhaps what’s most important is that this job has allowed my to become confidant in my ability and skill as a professional in my line of work. My previous two work-from-home contract gigs often felt like a farce, like I shouldn’t be there. This is no longer an issue, and even if my company folds tomorrow, I have the skill set, confidence, and industry knowledge to be back to work almost immediately. I’m in high demand and I know it.

Then there’s school. I have struggled with school, a lot. This is for various reasons. Reasons that really don’t matter (anymore). What I do know is I finished the fall semester with straight A’s and will be graduating at the end of the upcoming winter semester. This in turn will free me from a tremendous amount of stress and the feeling of being locked down to my current area. I had always intended to move out-of-state after graduating, for professional reasons more than anything. But if my current company continues to grow as I expect it too, I will have little reason to and have the very real chance of being a key member and part owner as we continue to break ground and innovate in an industry where innovation can be difficult. I love the challenge.

I’ve left the biggest for last. Relationships. What complicated, rewarding, sometimes terrible, interesting things. My regular readers know, of course, that I spent the first half of the year or so with GeekDomme. We both learned a lot about ourselves and each other. I finally had the chance to experience sexual intimacy, which was fantastic and has only left me wanting for more. It was also my first real chance at in-person D/s. There were certainly some road bumps, but overall they served as moments of growth and introspection and I’m glad to be able to have shared them with her. I also had some dates and some not-dates with a handful of others in the latter part of the year. These, of course, were experiences in their own right. And while nothing stuck, they provided joy and opportunity for introspection, which are always positives.

On the platonic front, 2014 has brought me a new best friend. A spot held since middle school has a new occupant. It’s not that I lost my previous best friend, but as I have continued to grow and move forward in my life, he has not. It has become difficult to have meaningful conversations with him and, due to some political differences, it has become hard to engage him even on basic current events. And while he is in a unique situation due to health concerns, making it difficult for him to move forward with life, I feel like it is a constantly one-sided relationship. This is energy draining and difficult to keep up.

Fortunately others have stepped up to fill the void and I have gained several new friends and continued to strengthen other already existing friendships. Thank you all.

Going forward into 2015, what are my goals then? The simple ones first: graduate, move out (which now means an apartment a few miles south), continue to save and invest for a financially stable future. I will continue my ever going struggle to get to a healthy weight. Compounding positives will continue to make this easier. Less stress from school means less stress eating. Less stress eating means less depression from overeating, which means it’s easier to stay the course, and thus easier to lose weight. Wins all around.

The real focus is going to be on happiness. I know I mope a lot on this blog about not finding the relationships that I want. While it’s good to save a safe space to vent, I need to focus on enjoying life for me. The last few months have had me reading a handful of books on relationships, meditation, and mindfulness, and the one constant is that it is critical to be able to create and take responsibility for your own happiness without partners. Further, I am no longer going to concern myself for looking for a very specific niche style of relationship. Looking back over the last two years as a member of the kink community, there are a handful of potential enjoyable relationships that have slipped by because of my need to stick to a rigid set of labels. Going forward, I am gong to focus on building and nurturing any and all positive relationships that come into my life and see where they go. Instead of trying to look for some idealized relationship, I will take each as an individual and new relationship, and, more importantly, treat the people involved as people and work from there. I have the power and agency to build a variety of fulfilling styles of relationships and I should focus on the people and not on the relationship.

On a final note, I need to stop being so goddamn hard on myself. I’m the first to remind people that they are indeed human and prone to mistakes, yet am hypocritical in that I don’t want to heed the same advice. This may be the hardest challenge of them all.

In which in don’t see what I’m looking for

It’s been almost two years since I started exploring kink, exploring my sexuality, and exploring what I wanted to get out of relationships.

For the most part, I don’t see what I’m looking for.

I see pieces here and parts there, but as I look out on the relationships around me, the longer term, romance-based F/m D/s relationships are largely not there. I can think of literally one in my local area (and a handful of M/f in the style I most seek).

I’m somewhat at a lost of what to do. I feel like ‘looking’ for someone isn’t the answer, or at the very least looking for such a specific dynamic isn’t. (For the record, throughout the process, I haven’t excluded potentials who weren’t looking for D/s, although I my personal ads do center on it.)

I’ve had friends suggest that I ‘build-a-dom’ (that is find an open-minded vanilla woman and try to get her interested) or simply relocate to an area with a larger kinky dating pool.

Going to events has largely lost its appeal as well. Events are supposedly the place where you’re supposed to meet potentials (says every newbie kink guide) but dropping $20 for every party gets expensive quick. Given my lost of interest in casual play with people I have no emotional connection to, the problem is only compounded – I sit and socialize a bit with people who call themselves my friend (but God forbid we actually do something besides a kink event) and get bored quickly. At least as a bright-eyed newbie, the idea of getting on a cross for some impact or thrown into handcuffs was exciting. Watching isn’t event that great any more – the sound of whips and floggers make it hard to converse.

So my first step was to close my CollarSpace and OkCupid accounts and removing role and ‘looking for’ fields on FetLife.

My hope is that I can focus on what I did before I got into kink – having meaningful, emotionally close relationships with handful of people. If one or more turn into something, great. If not, I won’t worry. Worrying is taking up too much of time, too much of energy, and too much of my focus.

Devotion and romance

Devotion is an interesting concept. I was talking with a friend recently who suggested that devotion is something that subs should have for their dominant, but that it isn’t necessarily the same thing as love – at least of the romantic variety. Romantic love and devotion don’t have to exist in tandem.

I guess I like this idea. As some of my readers know, I have never been ‘in love.’ I do generally have romantic feelings of some kind for those I count as friends and am close to, but not the kind of love of being in love that I would hope to feel someday. I do and have, however, felt devotion for various people throughout my life. Sometimes this falls among the same as the romantically attractive, and sometimes not, reinforcing that they are separate emotions.

Another difference I notice is that, barring conflict, romantic feelings only grow, while devotion will always wax and wane. Romantic feelings towards many comes easily to me but devotion tends to take a lot of energy, which is a finite resource (whereas love is not).

Devotion is also harder for me to control in terms of expression. I can keep romantic feelings buckled down tight. Especially with the understanding that undue expressions of romance can complicate friendships and make people uncomfortable. Devotion is much harder for me to control. I want to please those I am devoted to. Thus, I have to be careful of treading into sycophant land or comprising myself in ways that are not appropriate.

The magic, then, is to find potential partners with whom I have both mutual romantic interest (which I’ve encountered several times) but also devotion. I’ve yet to find both in one person. Some day.

I want

I want you to tease me till tears.

I want you to poke and pinch and scratch and bite.

I want to hear your sadistic laugh and your moans of pleasure.

I want you to take me, control me, and own me.

I want you to pet and cuddle me.

I want you to take care of me.

I want to wake up, still bound, your skin against again mine.

I want to do it all again.

I want you.

But this is about what you want.

What do you want, Ma’am?

Antsy

It’s been over 2 two months since I’ve played or fucked and I’m getting antsy. Since GeekDomme moved, I’ve been on a handful of dates and a handful of I-totally-thought-this-was-a-date-but-apparently-nots but nothing of substance has formed. To be honest, this is probably for the best right now as I’m working ~40 hours a week, taking two classes (one being Latin) and TAing a third class. Add in CrossFit and a dwindling social life and I don’t have a lot of time for potential dating anyway. So I’m at the post breakup stage where everything has stabilized and I’m back to worrying about bettering myself than I am about specifically finding someone. Although this time around I’ve also cut casual play from my normal repertoire, leaving me itching for play so at least some kind of physical intimacy sexual or not.

Since I’m back in the middle of a school semester, my stress and anxiety are at an all time high, which has the added effect of larger and more frequent mood swings. I’ve had a few bad drops lately with each time coming to the conclusion that two main things will lift a lot of stress: finishing school (2 classes left), and losing weight (or, more accurately, feeling attractive). The second one is important because I have never truly felt attractive. At this point the reasons are not important, or at least not worth diving into. What is important is that if I feel attractive, my confidence would rise and to feel attractive I need to be conventionally physically attractive.

In April, I started doing CrossFit. It was a radical change. For years I’ve had a gym membership and gone handful of times a year. Since starting CrossFit, I’ve been working out on average 3 times a week. Food consumption, however, is still a huge issue for me. It probably would be appropriate to say I’m addicted to food. It’s literally killing me. And, since it runs in my family, Type-2 diabetes is a real concern if I continue my current path. I needed to find a radical change to my nutrition like CrossFit was for my exercising. So I did. A local health system offers a comprehensive weight control program that includes internists, psychologists, nutritionists and physiologists coupled with group support sessions and cooking classes. So I’m taking the plunge. In two weeks, I’ll have my first appointment to get a body scan, blood work, and get going.

This decision was a difficult one. Unlike CrossFit, which has a lot draw besides the accountability, I feel that this weight control program is something that I don’t really need to do, but know that my current and past attempts at weight loss have not worked. Signing up was a huge blow to my ego. But if it works, it will be life changing. I want to be hot. I want a six-pack and an Apollo’s belt. I want to get tied up, photographed, and hit the top of K&P. If this makes me vain, so be it . I’m sick of how I look. I’m sick of being fat. I’m sick of  sucking wind after a climbing a single flight of stairs.

Conflict in D/s relationships

In the perfect D/s world, you find the dominant or submissive of your dreams and anything she ever says he’s willing to do without arguments. More realistically, this will never be the case. It’s all sunshine and roses as long as you agree on everything (or as long as he is willing to concede).

What I’m curious about exploring, then, is conflicts in these relationships. It hits especially close to home for me because while I have an opinion on everything, the things that I really, truly, care about are things that are incredibly difficult (if not impossible) for me to concede on. This has led to people telling me that I’m not submissive. And although I hold that there have been general D/s compatibility issues in these cases, I do think it’s something I need to dissect internally.

For starters, I think that the ability to resolve conflict is just about the most important thing in any type of relationship. I hate passive-aggressiveness and letting things fester. In D/s relationships, the ante can be even higher, since, at least for me, a huge draw of D/s is lowered conflict due to power exchange.

Even a simple example of choosing where to go for dinner can be conflict in many vanilla relationships, and I’ve seen it. In D/s either she is going to choose or she is going to delegate and tell me to choose and it’s done. In the case of a delegation, I have no qualms about making the decision as I’m trusting that she really doesn’t want to be bothered, whereas in vanilla relationships, there can be the underlying threat of making the wrong decision. (i.e. passive aggressiveness). For me, D/s seems to reasonably solve a lot of the day-to-day decision making like this.

As the dynamic and relationship grows, so do the severity and importance of decisions involved. The D/s may eventually start to cover health, finance, and career decisions. I’ve called in sick to work at someone’s direction before and I still do not think that it was the correct decision and I really struggled with it. As an independent contractor, that’s a direct loss of income. Now the decision isn’t just health-based but starts to bleed over into other aspects of life (finances).

Figuring out how to best navigate these kind of conflicts is something I see as absolutely critical and, if done correctly, I believe it can bring people even closer and reaffirm the dynamic even more. From the sub side, being able to trust enough to give up more and more control so that potential conflicts are less and less a possibility is important to me as well.

How do you handle conflict in your relationship?

Rollercoasters: not as fun as they look

In looking back at my emotional states post break up, a pattern emerges. See below.

Rollercoasters: not great

Rollercoasters: not great

As we can see, I have a bit of a delayed response to breakups. I hold steady on my current heading for a couple of weeks. I justify it in my head. All logic. It wasn’t going to work, hence the breakup. Why waste energy being upset about it? I’m usually back to OkCupid and scouring FL ads within the first week. If I’m lucky I may even go out on a date or three in the next couple weeks.

As I enter week 3, however, it all starts going downhill. At this point I’m done actually meeting people, but even more fervent about checking dating sites for the ‘perfect’ match. At this point I may even create a CollarSpace profile. shudder

Then we get to where I am about now. Week 6, roughly. The low point. Despite logic, despite having done this a few times, I get the self-loathing. I’ll never find anyone again. Life sucks. I’m unattractive (knowing, of course, that being mopey about it is likely the most unattractive thing at this point). Who would want me? Blah. blah. blah.

Of course I know, logically that none of this is true, but the emotions come out in force anyway. Even when a friend tried to cheer me up, I burst out in tears for no reason. Not my best work.

But! The good news is that since I’m here, it’s all uphill looking forward. Plus I got to make a sweet bit of graph porn. So there’s that. Additionally, I seem to be handling this low point better and better each time. So even if ‘perfectionist’ JT isn’t happy with it, ‘always-striving-to-be-better’ JT is. And I like the latter guy more, anyway.