The Tension Between Us

Creature in performance. Photo by Jonathan Beckley

Life is a series of steps. There is no plan but the one which unfolds. This is what can be counted on, though dreaming is central as we decide where to place our feet. Moments before the storm are some of my favorite. I think the meaning of life is tension.

Strings stretching out between ourselves and others, situations, opportunities, etc., illustrating how we hold in our very own hands meaningful opportunities to effect the outcome of our lives. Of course there is always another end holding the rest of our fate—deciding whether to tug back, go slack, or overwhelm us with its power. In tug-of-war one cannot play successfully without both sides engaged in the game. It’s important to know when to let go, loosen up, try harder, or call for help… It’s important to understand which battles can be given up upon, which to go all out for, and which to let others win.

I am solo poly. I belong romantically and sexually to myself. I have ongoing long distance relationships with lovers, I have friends with benefits, play partners, D/s relations, one night stands, and any other number of flirtations, activity partners, and sensual professional connections. At times there are none. In my personal life I have found that capital R relationships (primary) don’t work for me. That game is too full of tension, and the other side always seems to want to pull me where I’m not happy to be. I’ve learned to love the many ropes looped onto my belt which I can pull at here and there as the opportunity and desire take me. I love that what doesn’t work for me about the day-to-day experience of loving one is exactly what strengthens my ability to connect, in chosen moments, more deeply and with less abandon with a wide variety of humans beings. This is the correct tension (for now) for me. I am not like everyone, everyone is not life me.

It does make me sad that people don’t know more about my capacity for intimacy and autonomy, or perhaps it’s just that most people don’t know what to do with it… I’d love to be asked how my love life is, or who or what I’m excited about these days, as one does with friends who have primaries. I’m passionate about exchanging energy and creating space for others to thrive under my hands, in my home, from sharing my skills, within the magic that we find ourselves immersed within together—different with everybody, changing with time. I love loving, and I’m equally happy with goodbyes.

Our connections are blessings, pointing to meaning in our lives. If we only stand alone on this planet, we’re not participating in the life we’ve been given. Yet, without a firm handle on the space between “self” and “other”, we become deluded and overbearing.

Entitlement is borne of a lack of imagination, from which it would become evident that all the things one shares life with do not have the same wants and needs. I’m mulling over the meaning of things… In this world where control of others is tied to selfishness, lack of self-discipline, little if any empathy for the plight of those underfoot, lack of healthy coping mechanisms, and little self-awareness (which bleeds into all awareness); my energy for the tug-of-war feels lacking. These past few weeks: 6 week abortion bans, weekly shootings taking the lives of children, police getting away with taking the lives of black and brown citizens, detention centers for would-be immigrants and continued traumatization of children being torn away from parents, transgender service bans and the stripping away of equal rights for people who are LGBT… this iceberg’s tip is very intense for me.

I think our tension is fucked up…

Play On My Friends,
~ Creature

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Did You Mean “Female” or “Fem/me”?

Sensual woman wearing rope around her neck
From my “Ropes” performance. Photo by Rudy Aguilar

In today’s writing, I am asking that we stop using the words “fem” and “femme” as a shortcut for “female”—or at the very least reallllly think about what we’re communicating if we do. At best it’s lazy and/or ignorant, and at worst it perpetuates violence against people’s expressed identities by conflating two very different identifier realities. It’s also disrespectful to histories of people who both do and do not identify as fem(me) for political and survival reasons. Confused? Let’s talk it out…

The words “fem(me)” and “female” have little to do with each other when we take the time to examine their contexts, especially in light of how we use gendered language more inclusively and specifically these days. While technically “fem” can be used as an abbreviation for “female”, it is by far most commonly used to mean “womanly” or “feminine”. From its latin roots, “femina” translates to “feminine”. These days fierce fems of many sexes and genders claim their stake in femininity with this shortened version of “feminine” falling from their lips.

Back before it was cool for cis straight white people to identify as fems (back about 70+ years ago), the word femme developed its own meaning in lesbian, queer, and leather communities. I’ll add here that black women have historically wrestled with what passes as femininity. The definition of that word has explicitly emphasized and embraced traditionally white European physical features and attributes, and has used those definitions against black women who frequently aren’t viewed as feminine by white standards within western society or its sphere of influence. Black women’s complex connection to femininity comes from a place of sex and gender marginalization within a history of slavery, bigotry, consistent dehumanization, and lack of resources. White women’s contention with femininity has been centered around the limitations of being female within the patriarchy: marginalization and lack of resources. For the purposes of this essay I’m specifically highlighting recent histories of LGBT and BDSM definitions of femininity as a way to explore how we make meaning of contemporary fem(me) identities, without muddying the differences between “feminine” and “female”. This essay is a conversation about sex vs. gender. Still, I believe it’s important to note that there are even more complex conversations to delve into when these perspectives intersect with race.

Lesbian, queer, and leather femmes have been claiming (or reclaiming) their feminine energies, behaviors, aesthetics, and power as something which defines them since as far back as the 1940s for the purpose of visibility within a dominant culture which would erase or exterminate them. A major reason for claiming a femme identity, even in circles where heteronormative male/female binaries aren’t relevant, is to hold safe space for a marginalized way of being even within minority cultures: ie. not all lesbians are butch, androgynous, or “not attractive to men”.

A femme lesbian generally identifies as such out of her own desire to, and is someone who often appears feminine, or aligns with feminine energy and aesthetics, yet has no interest in heteronormative male attentions.

Queer femmes are people, regardless of gender or sex, who identity with femininity. This group includes transfeminine people, men who identify at least a little with their feminine sides such as twinks, crossdressers, or dandies; it can also include genderfluid people, fem-of-center individuals, and femme lesbians, bi, or trans women, etc. In gay male culture “fem” is frequently used as a derogatory term. Keeping the patriarchy alive and well, it’s not unheard of to read the singsong tagline, “no fats, no fems” as a common closer to gay men’s personal ads—or like one I read just yesterday, “I like men, no hard feelings fems” (which I could point out is simply incorrect, as fem men are still men. What this person seems to be desirous of are masc behaving and identifying men).

The leather femme is generally someone who finds power in feminine energies, their female sex, or feminine-of-center gender identity within BDSM and kink communities. These particular femmes can often be seen performing as top, switch, and Dominant. The “FemDom” is a common leather archetype. Femininity in these circles is often seen and celebrated as hard, sadistic, queenly, diva, Goddess, etc.—a femme to be worshiped, pleased, and to take orders from, rather than to top or enslave.

While the heteronormative and queer (as opposed to historically gay men’s) BDSM community is often more open to LGBT, queer, and non-monogamous identities, there still exists a predominance of expectation surrounding: male=Dom vs. female=sub, reflective of our heterocentric binary world order. Leather femmes, a subculture within the subculture of kink, are known for flipping these gender norms. Fierce FemDoms command their (frequently) male subs and slaves, further subverting the idea of what “feminine” looks like. FemmeDom groups have often welcomed and included trans women and crossdressers who top, switch, and Dominate, as well as trans men and masc-of-center AFAB people who refuse to be told what their role in D/s is allowed to be based on their assigned sex or gender identity.

Some facets of the kink community also practice worshiping the “divine feminine”. This role is seen as both nurturing and capable of causing some serious damage, not deemed lesser than masculine or androgynous energies, but equal to each in its own right.

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“Female” is a scientific label put on babies with genitals that pass as vulvas, clitorises, and vaginas—whether or not that label reflects the baby’s full biological sex in terms of hormone levels, gonad development, chromosome arrangement, or their brain’s sex development. It has nothing to do with whether or not that female-labeled person at any point in their life will feel/pursue/exhibit or behave in connection with fem(me)(ininity) as an identifying energy, or even as an observable characteristic.

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To make this conversation a bit more reflective, I ask my cis and heterosexual readers—especially those who are both female and fem identifying or those who have never been expected to perform femininity at all in their daily lives—to consider on behalf of your queer, trans, lesbian, and nonbinary friends: has the expectation of femininity (or the expectation that you are not allowed to express your inherent femininity) ever been something which wholly disrupted your life or made you feel deeply uncomfortable molding yourself after?

When one throws around the term “fem(me)”, it calls into focus a series of articulations which have grown out of necessity for certain people’s respect, visibility, and survival. Dominant femmes have had to create an entire persona to keep Dominant male attentions (and hands and whips) at bay. Queer femmes use the term to help others understand and respect their identities and to see and honor femininity where it isn’t necessarily expected. Lesbians weren’t considered equal to, or even largely visible within, dominant society until they were viewed as “butch and femme”—two women who looked just like a straight couple due to their utilization of heteronormative gender binary expectations. While this was useful for a time within our culture’s social progress, it was extremely limiting and created unsettling expectations within queer communities for a long time too. Like the misogynistic “no fems” chant in gay hookup ads, there was a long period of time where it was “gross” for butches to be attracted to one another, which only shows how eager some people are to join the patriarchy while carrying the pungent scent of homophobia squarely upon their own homosexual sleeves.

The necessity of identifying with or against, or passing as someone who’s allowed to express femininity, is an important factor in the history of what fem(me) stands for and means. For a cis female to claim femme as part of her identity is a statement of self-acceptance, equality, celebration of a marginalized part of herself, and power against the patriarchy. For a cis man, a trans woman, or a trans man to identify as fem is these things as well, yet also carries with it certain social dangers from breaking with patriarchal expectations—unspoken misogynistic contracts signed with access to (asked and unasked for) initiation into male privilege. It is dangerously taboo. In an equitable society, fem, masc, and andro energies are accessible to every person and used against no one in order to keep them in line or discredit them within society. Unfortunately that is not the society we currently exist within.

By all means, I think everyone should embrace their inner fem/me! I ask that we please use the term with an understanding that a biological label (male/female) is in no way, shape, or form the same thing as an identity based on the energies one feels in their body, the way one intentionally expresses themselves, or how one chooses for the world to see them so that they may experience being in their own power—seen, respected, and celebrated.

If you are female or AFAB and femme, good for you. If you’re male or AMAB and fem, lovely. If you’re andro or butch or masc—whichever way your junk is formed—fabulous! Take a moment to give weight to the reality that these words, “fem(me)” and “female”, do not mean the same thing and they haven’t for a very long time. These words have been used to depict a variety of identities for so long that it’s bizarre people consider “trans”, “queer”, and “nonbinary” as new ideas or anything other than many people’s common realities both presently and historically. If it makes sense to, please join this beautiful and varied lineage, but honor why these articulations matter and exist.

Play On My Friends,
~ Creature

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Service as Levity

I am sick today. My head is pounding. I am a snot factory. My throat is a bit better than yesterday, though still on fire. I’ve got shit to do! Luckily I have a a sub who is “under consideration” right now. This is someone I’ve pledged to connect with and ask service of as I/we evaluate whether a long distance connection is worth it to both of us over a longer period of time. While I usually prefer long distance relationships in general, BDSM relationships are much harder for me to navigate this way. I prefer to live through my hands rather than my mind completely—though it’s not impossible to find both, even with distance. Today I have assigned it (“it” is it’s identity to Me) to send me something to make me smile while I work through the fog of this flu. I was sent this:

A good start! It did make me smile. It also prompted me to tell it to send me a photo, when it gets home from work, of how it would be dressed if, as Dobby, it was offered free reign over expression… I look forward to having my spirits lifted through such a lovely representation of self care, service, and entertainment.

We are new to this relationship arrangement, though this is someone I have been interfacing with for a few years here and again. When I think of service, I usually imagine getting my house cleaned or my body massaged. I think of physical tasks that need getting done or that I may need help with. Painted toes, delicious food, in a clean home. I think of ordering a butt plug to be worn while the dishes get done, tying up an arm as my cook struggles to get the dinner finished. I think of cuddles and nuzzles and pups wiggling by my feet.

The experience of watching someone say “yes, Sir”, and then commit to fully experiencing the ask I’ve made, is where levity resides when we’re playing face to face. Perhaps one of the most neglected forms of service I ask for is simply to ask for levity… to be picked up and dusted off from the grind and focus of my own survival by the absurdity or pleasure of another person’s trial is delicious to me. I love being joined on this clown-life path, filled with amazement and a sense that one can, whatever that silly seeming thing may be.

I’ve been working on a much deeper more complex writing for the past couple weeks, but my brain is not in the place to publish it today. I want to be sure that my editing and writing is carefully looked over and fully developed before sharing. I worry that I won’t be able to get my work done if I start a new writing today. I struggle because I’m sick and because I feel badly about my own limited capabilities. My energy is reserved and there is not a lot to give. My world is not a prism-colored rainbow of all the righteously shared and considered things this week, and I myself am not fun to be around right now. I take that struggle on as yet another energy drain when I look at the roles I am expected (and want) to play. Doms, moms, and other busy folk shouldn’t have to get sick (though I suppose it’s helpful psychologically when we take time)…

I also suppose that service-as-levity is in some ways exactly what service is meant to be.

Play On My Friends,
~ Creature

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