Friday, September 25, 2009

Rant: Once you go black...

There is a phenomenon that I have noticed within the BDSM community that I cannot stay quiet about any longer. It's something that makes me stick out like a sore thumb at events, on websites, and even among fellow kinksters.

Being black.

Technically I'm mixed but I'm brown-skinned therefore most people just assume I am black.
I've noticed that I rarely come across black Dommes and even rarer are the black submissives.

My mother raised me very strictly not to see color. She'd often say, "I don't care if you have a friend who is blue, if they treat you nice that's all that matters." I have tried to live by this and like to think that my dating record shows that, it looks much like a United Benton ad campaign.

But when I stepped into the BDSM realm six years ago I realized I was a scarce minority. For the most part this has not been a problem. But on occasion it has been brought to my attention in a polite (and not so polite) way.

The few black Dommes that I do know are older...much older, most of them over 40. It made me wonder why is there such a lack of minority within this community?

I have my theories. One being that many of the black people I have encountered are quite religious. They aim to be a righteous folk, failing in many of the same areas of other religious people regardless of color, but they try none the less. I believe a lot of what BDSM has to offer would be looked upon as "heathen acts" or just down right sinning. There may also be some negative connotations about being "submissive" or a "slave" tied to BDSM due to their historical notions. And I do notice that black males are more apt to joining up with the scene. Not to mention the undaunted fact that many black people I know are un-accepting of something that is new, different, or strange. If it falls into any of those categories it can stay outside, in the streets, where it belongs.

I've gotten from a few black friends the rudely asked question: "What's wrong with you?" As if to say: You seemed normal growing up.

It's not even a question, since I don't believe they sincerely care about my answer. It's moreso a statement of incredulous disbelief that they shared string cheese with moi, this now crazy bitch. They let this leather clad monster in their home. Heck, they even told this whip wielding sex fiend some of their secrets. But mostly, I think they feel dirty when they ask this. They wonder how could they have ever considered me a friend?

I always assure them that there isn't anything wrong with me, that I am very physically and mentally sound and that this is something that I am choosing to do. But their wide eye, sideways glances tell me they think I am most definitely, not okay, and that I do have a few screws loose.

Then the next statement is what makes me want to groin kick some people.

"Oh, it must be a white thing." I hate this!

Why does something that doesn't make sense have to be tied to a certain race? Why can't it just be a "human thing" that they are too personally dense to grasp? The racial comments tied to my involvement with BDSM will not fade anytime soon I'm sure but I just wanted to make others aware that it is an issue. I like to believe that education and explanation is really the best policy for informing the general populace.

Submerging into BDSM has not always been an easy path to take. I've weeded out the close-minded minions that I knew, tried to remain ambiguous in my sexual desires, and generally stopped giving a fuck what people thought but at times it still irks me that things are the way that they are.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

In _____ we trust

Kneeling
Begging
Spanking
Being lead on a collar and leash
Foot worship
Anal training

All of these things require a certain level of trust.

As many of you may (or may not) remember the trust lines between my new bf (who is also the last slave) are few and far. We each have our reasons for feeling the way that we do, that cannot be denied but as we laid in bed and talked this week the subject of when we would resume our roles as Mistress and slave in this relationship came up.

When will we have built enough trust to do the things we desire?

It's mostly on his part since I am the "offending" party. He has to feel that he can trust me again before I can do any of the deliciously, sometimes harmful-in-a-good way, things to him. As always I'm gung-ho to put the past behind me and keep on truckin'. That's usually my motto. I'm an avid believer of what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. I know it's just my opinion and he can take as long as he likes before he decides to call me "Mistress" again. But when he said 7 or 8 months was an off the wall number he was thinking my heart sank. Seven to eight months with no continuous BDSM play?

Of course I can handle this. I have before in the past with strictly vanilla relationships and he's definitely worth it...I was just sorta shocked. It's been almost 3 months now with no continuous BDSM play, just spurts here and there and it's killing me! I love all the urges that BDSM has inside me that make my heart pound against my chest.

For instance, he simply was telling me a list of all the things he missed doing for me BDSM-wise and my panties got wet. That's just from talking about it! I know, I'm being selfish here. I have to respect his wishes and I will. I just feel something vital is missing from who we are when we do not act on this.

We have a very powerful connection to one another, that I simply cannot explain. I've never really felt like this toward someone before, this is the single thread tying me to this one place to be with him. I would like to see where our journey ends, or for how long it continues. This is what makes me positive that we should be together for the time being. Our trials and tribulations have made us what we are today. This is the reason I choose to suppress my BDSM urges for him. Don't get me wrong, I am a more frequent viewer of femdomchamber than I ever have been, I think about BDSM more than I care to admit and I try not to gaze at my whip longingly while I am idle in my room. It comes and it goes, this urge I often speak of. But the desire is always there, no matter how quieted. I know that when the time is right we will start to practice BDSM again.

I just wonder how does one go about maximizing the amount of trustworthiness they are projecting? And how can I perfect this fine gesture?