Jordan Siron Stories

eden-is-burning:

seriously stop.

If the man in question also enjoys being bound (which he does), it doesn’t become a matter of sexism. It’s a matter of sexual preference. A dame introduced me to that lifestyle, as a matter of fact, and it just so happens to have made a lasting impression on me.

However, I understand it’s easier to only see in black and white.

And, yeah, I’m probably a hypocrite - but not in this regard. The act of bondage only appeals to me if it is consensual, and it has no effect on how I view women. The act of exchanging dominance in a sexual relationship is very thrilling for some of us, but if it isn’t for you, well… that’s just how it is; all the same, that doesn’t mean the act is anti-female without exception.

Finding the act of bondage erotic doesn’t mean I devalue women. As I’ve said, I would be pleased as punch to surrender to my partner’s authority if she asked it of me. If you’d ask around, you might be surprised to discover how many women enjoy such sexual practice.

Sex isn’t an attack on feminism, nor is the act of bondage.

Make assumptions about my lifestyle all you want. Insult it, but do not insinuate for a moment it has a thing to do with taking a delight in oppressing some one based on their gender. Do not even make the claim that I am a hypocrite based off of the most superficial argument you can wrangle. 

And, at the end of the day, that piece I wrote was an opinion. It isn’t sacrosanct, but it is my view based upon observation. Women I have spoken to, or have even known personally, who consider themselves feminists of yore didn’t spend their time being grumpy and hateful on behalf of their cause. They went out and made shit happen, and they did so while maintaining their integrity and grace. They didn’t hit a roadblock and say, “Oh fuck! Those horrible, awful, men have done it again. I’m going to rage when I could be staying on track.”

So, yes, in that way I see a huge disconnect from said women and the feminists of my generation. In that way, I see modern tactics as being misguided. 

Disagree with me, but don’t be ugly about it for Christ’s sake.

That I am no different

From the pauper in the streets,

From the prince in the high castle,

From the villain who absconded

With your treasured delights,

From the hero who sacrificed all

To transform wrongs into rights,

Or that which hangs heavy in your mind

And awards naught but sleepless nights,

And, I’d like to think, that reassuring lap

‘Pon which to rest your burdened head

Did I break you

Or assist with one minor fix?

Was I too late

Or was I right on time?

Did I drive the bus that hit you

Or was it I who stood in its way?

Did I clip your wings

Or did I beckon:

“Grow! Grow, and let them

Fly you where they may!”

I served as both lock and pick

As, perhaps, we all are apt to do

Asking only for what you could spare

And under breath lamenting

It was not enough

Never enough

And, still, more than I deserved

And, still, I was grateful

Never certain were I coming

Or well on my way to leaving

I want to live on

In spite of all my internal functions’ yearning

To embrace the good and the joyous

Having long since sowed doom and despair

I want to live on

I think that, yes, truly, I do

I can say I want to live on

It used to be I couldn’t sleep because something was bothering me, but these days I can’t sleep for the brimming optimism for my future. Not only am I getting the chance to make something meaningful of my own life, but I’ll get to be a partner in the creation of meaningful lives for others. It’s entirely possible that this could be the first intelligent decision I have made in my entire life.

This is the text-book definition of a win-win scenario.

How I envision my “game” whilst talking to a lovely dame:

How it actually goes down: