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Sunday, February 21, 2016

Hysteriarectomy

How does one know when one is overreacting? This is something I think about all the damn time. 

It's sort of messed up that with all my thinking, writing, reading, and talking about feminism, I should be susceptible to internal voices like...

...maybe that email isn't really so creepy after all. Am I overreacting?

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So I'm RSVP'd maybe to an event, right? It's the same day as another event at a later time that I'm running, so I'm really not sure the logistics of going, and I haven't really thought about it in awhile. I'm also RSVP'd to a couple of other events this month, and am a member of a few groups which hold events semi-regularly, etc. I'm not good at keeping track of my maybes.

I get this email out of the blue from a dude who I don't know from Adam. He notices, he tells me, that I'm RSVP'd maybe to the event on [date/s redacted*]. He hopes I can make it. He wants to meet the "mastermind" behind my profile. He states that I'm "talented" and posits that it's "in more ways than one."

My first reaction is to be like, "What event on [date/s redacted]? What group is this dude an organizer of? He doesn't seem familiar to me." I look on my events. The event he was speaking of was an event for which I know the organizer well. This dude is NOT representing the event. But - **and I say this as an event organizer** - based on this guy's words:

"I see you're down as a maybe for the event on [date/s redacted]; I hope you can make it."


...I am led to believe that he is representing the event. And then that awful "I'm sure you're talented in more ways than one" pickup line! Gross. 

So, I was on the fence about the event, due to scheduling issues. This email - which I knew for a fact was NOT from the event organizer, who I reiterate is a friend of mine - this email made me decide not to go to the event. How so? Because I knew if I went, even with a partner, this guy would creep on me. And I am not about to pay for the privilege of having to keep my guard up at a kink event. Despite the fact that I kinda wanted to go. Was I overreacting? Maybe, I thought, but better safe than sorry.

Then I thought to myself: MrsB, you should really email the event organizer and tell him about this. I bold the Him in that previous sentence because the sex of the organizer really did factor into my decision as to whether or not to bring it to his attention. Despite the fact that this organizer is my friend, and one whom I know takes the safety and comfort of all his guests seriously. But I have been told by every single man I know in my personal life that, at one time or another, I am overreacting to something I perceive as sexist or threatening. 

Let me repeat that.

At one time or another Every. Single. Solitary. Man. I. Know. has accused me of overreacting to something I perceive as sexist or threatening.

So I thought to myself - will I be accused of overreacting? *AM I*, in fact, overreacting? The first couple lines of the email, where he seems to be representing the event, could have just been a mishap of phrasing. Surely someone not representing an event would not reach out to me, pretending to represent that event? [Note: In light of how this has played out, I believe that to have truly been the case.] The second part of the email, with the pickup line: that's creepy, isn't it? Or is it just lame? How much of the benefit of the doubt do I give this guy? 

I went through this song and dance with myself for several hours before I took a chance on my friend, the organizer, and texted him about it. And because he's a good organizer who, as I said, takes the safety and comfort of all his guests seriously, he read my concerns, validated them, suggested that he might take action about it, and when I said that'd be good, he did so. AND he thanked me for bringing it to his attention. 

It was a great big relief that it played out like that. I was really surprised at how much it felt like a relief to have that happen. Because so often it doesn't. It truly did feel like a gamble to reach out to this person. IT SHOULD NOT FEEL LIKE THAT.

This isn't a note about how event organizers should be more responsive. I believe organizers are becoming more responsive every single week and every single event. Rather this is a note about how it shouldn't feel like a gamble to bring this stuff up. It felt like a gamble simply because this person was a man, and so often I am told by men that I'm overreacting to stuff like this. (I get told this sometimes by women too, and that's a whole 'nother journal entry.) I'm told so often that I'm overreacting to stuff like this that I question my own perceptions on a regular basis. 

Guys, the amount of energy I spend questioning my own perceptions about things I see as sexist or threatening is fucking exhausting and I'm tired of it. I spend enough time questioning whether I'm reacting logically to totally legit stuff I might not be reacting to logically, like whether my frustration with the lady ahead of me in line at the grocery store is justified, or whether my snapping at my husband about not cleaning the peanut butter off the spoon was maybe a little harsh. I'm no longer interested in spending energy in deciding whether or not my own perception of whether something seems sexist or threatening to me as a woman is right. But as long as people continue to question my perception about that like half the time, I guess I'll continue wasting my energy that way. 

I'm glad there was a step in the right direction today. 

Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Absorbing my first camp – meditations in no particular order on Dark Odyssey SummerFest


I’m a summer camp kid from way back. I didn’t know what to expect at my first camp, and although I tried to keep my expectations to a minimum, I did allow myself to imagine I’d feel some sense of connection to my younger and less jaded self from my camp counselor days. The DOSF community made me feel utterly welcome and included and that means so much to me. I felt like I was living out a camp fantasy I’d never had the imagination to dream up before.

We were like a giant civilization of unsupervised kids – dirty, sweaty, naked, showing off for each other, sharing with each other, watching one another without judgement, letting ourselves be watched without self-consciousness, role-playing, fucking each other, beating one another up, peeing on things, playing the most imaginative games we could conceive, sometimes sexy, sometimes silly, sometimes serious, and always done with truth. It felt like living with the Lost Boys in Never-Never Land, but with more sex.

I got to use my sexuality in a way I’d not done in years. I hadn’t realized, but I’d been holding it in check for various reasons, and I was less of myself for it. My sexuality is who I am, and I hadn’t been completely myself, and now I feel more me than I was before camp.

There was so much sincerity, all around me, from others, and within me. That level of realness is magical.

I love getting positive feedback from people who take my classes. It makes me feel useful.

I wished I’d been able to feel a little more vulnerable, but in my heart I am a guarded person and this was my first time around 90% of the people I interacted with. I do know that I want to interact with many of them more in the future – I want to really *know* them, in the sense that we become intimately familiar with one another. That makes me hopeful, which is such a nice way to feel. I hope I’ve successfully expressed to those people who they are in a way that makes sense to them, but I’m a little afraid I might not have.

Compersion still does not come naturally to me, but I keep trying.

I’m not sure my inner animals necessarily want to come out right now, but the Paws-for-All class did get me thinking about what they need even if they decide to stay hidden, and I’m grateful – thanks, @MaestroStephanos and @SilverSenta.

Being able to casually refer to someone your Stunt Cock/Penis-in-Residence makes a person feel pretty baller.

My mind was completely blown by the Radical Body Acceptance practiced 100% of the time at camp. I was reminded there is no “normal” kind of body. Every single person’s body is unique and it’s theirs and at camp they all seemed to really own that, and I found that beautiful and affirming, and it will stay with me.

The most important things to me remain: to feel loved, useful, and welcome.

My tying is better when I do pick-up play and not planned scenes. This is a thing I get to explore and learn about myself now.

I found myself feeling genuinely intoxicated by joy on more than one occasion.

I feel so incredibly grateful to have been at this event. I cannot thank Dark Odysssey for having me out to teach, and I really hope I get to experience another. There is more to process to be sure but this is a reasonable start for someone who needs about 18 consecutive hours of sleep!


Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Dark Odyssey Summerfest 2015: Links for Presenter Feedback Forms

Hi sexy people!

If you took one of my classes at Dark Odyssey Summerfest 2015 and would like to provide feedback for me, links are posted below.

I appreciate the time and effort you take to provide feedback that will help me better serve our communities as an educator, and I hope you had a great time in class!


If you took: Yes &: Positive Negotiation for More Satisfying Play, class feedback form is here:
http://ropegirlschicago.polldaddy.com/s/class-feedback-yes-positive-negotiation-for-more-satisfying-play-dosf15


If you took: Beautiful Boys: Tying the Male Form, class feedback form is here:
http://ropegirlschicago.polldaddy.com/s/beautiful-boys-tying-male-form-class-feedback-dosf2015

If you took: Confident Submission: Finding Your Power Before the Exchange, class feedback form is here:
http://ropegirlschicago.polldaddy.com/s/confident-submission-finding-your-power-before-exchange-dosf15

If you took: The Feminist Pervert, class feedback form is here:
http://ropegirlschicago.polldaddy.com/s/the-feminist-pervert-class-feedback-form-dosf15