PSA: from the Desk of a Professional Dominant

People are stressed out and experiencing a lot of fear and uncertainty right now. These days communications are going haywire more easily than usual—even for simple things it seems. People are behaving in erratic ways and doing things that don’t make much rational nor pragmatic sense… Many people’s coping mechanisms inform them to “look out for number one” (perhaps a bit too intensely) first, rather than considering the needs of community, neighbors, clients, employees, etc.

The worst parts of who we are lives in the mentality of a starvation economy.

If we’re going to make it through this pandemic with lesser stress rather than levels that go through the roof; that is, if we don’t want to make things worse for ourselves and everyone around us—we need to invest in something other than fear. Everyone is put out by the changes in our present situation, but everyone is not effected to the same degree. If you have resources, savings, a job that will pay you to work remotely or hasn’t asked you to take time off, consider your privilege and relative stability in this crisis.

We need to invest in one another literally and figuratively. Start by slowing down, by listening to the people around you, by hearing people when they speak, and by asking questions. Rather than making assumptions, being reactionary, throwing knee-jerk responses at one another, or escalating situations, we can opt to create space, deciding to keep distance from those edges—strategy toward a better end for all. In order to do so, we must be aware of whether our response to conflict intentionally or unintentionally pulls rank on others.

If power plays are an effect of the decisions we make (especially in these moments of stress and crisis), then we need to be more intentional than we’ve ever been before with the decisions we make, our processes for decision making, and how we communicate. Power plays in this climate can easily become exponentially debilitating and problematic to those with less room for survival. When dealing with people who are already afraid, already at a loss in one way or another, or those who are sitting in the unpalatable space of real concerns for their future and present selves’ functionality, it’s of utmost importance to consider the effects of the decisions we make. My Mother always taught me to ask myself, “if I do this, what will happen?”. That lesson, applied by all, will literally save lives in today’s crisis climate (not to mention untold oceans of angst).

We are not going to make it out of this mess completely unscathed, so the best we can be is good to one another and share the burden.

To my mind, best practices include checking in, asking questions instead of jumping to conclusions or making blanket decisions that effect others without proper consultation or conversation. This moment is one we can use to strengthen our muscles of compassion, and to figure out what’s going on underneath the panic of a situation. If we know what emotions and fears are driving us as individuals, we are much better armed to work problems out—creatively even. In fact, I’d say creativity is one of humanity’s best assets right now. At the very least, when we make decisions or respond to one another, we should be considerate and thoughtful about the impact our decisions and responses have on others.

I truly believe that by helping one another in the ways we are thoughtfully able to, we are better situated to help ourselves more deeply and meaningfully in the long run. I’d love it if we could get through this considerable moment of global strife with kindness and compassion as our first thought in any quandary. If we are able to, we’ll prove stronger as an entire human society when it passes.

Much love to y’all. Stay healthy, and please reach out if you’re afraid or in need of help. There are resources out there, and there are people who excel at funneling them to those in need. We’ll get done what has to be done, and we’ll complete it the only way we actually can: together.

Play On My Friends,
~ Creature

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Pleasure

I am sitting in my writing chair at this moment, in the middle of a very busy week. It’s the first time I’ve sat here for too long. I am listening to the sounds of a new submissive-in-training vacuuming my space. Pleasure. Wholly. His service is allowing me to write this essay right now. It is a beautiful act of kindness and service from a person who I also get to fill up with care and joy. My offerings are performed in other ways…

What I require of the submissive people I train is no small list. I expect honesty, and I expect they’ll be open with me (sometimes painfully so). I expect that they will be good at what I ask them to do—or quickly take up the slack and learn to be. I expect them to be detail oriented, to ask questions when they don’t know how I want something done, and to be humble when I correct them or have them do a thing over. I expect submission and all of the grueling efforts service submission covers, and I also expect resilience and the satisfaction of knowing a good job has been done and there will be reward. I expect, especially as time moves on, a deep and meaningful connection to one another.

Reward is varied and wide-ranging in form. Time with me is often desired, body worship, a good flogging or another form of sensation play, learning to be by my side socially at kink-positive events, or being offered a place as my demo-bottom in classes that I teach. I often offer insight into personal matters, help cultivate less harmful coping strategies and practices (when that’s a thing), offer support to people who have a hard time advocating for themselves so they start speaking up, creating their own space in life, as they want or need to be. My touch is sought after, energy exchange, grounding by way of my hands, words, or perhaps a leash… the options are endless when you have a creative mind and certain sensitivities. My desire to offer is deep. When I’m near a person I care for who has clearly stated (or demonstrated) needs, I want to satiate.

This particular trainee was brought to tears during his interview because I took the time to look inside, to see and to tend to the questions he wrestles with, and perhaps release some feelings he’s had few options to do much with—other than hold onto them or hide. I offer him something he craves: ownership. A place. A world where he knows that he belongs, and his language of love (clearly service) is honored, acknowledged, desired, and valued properly.

It’s an important bond, and I must be careful not to overstep. I must not take too much away, and I must tread somewhat lightly especially in the beginning. I must at least clearly know my sub’s desires and boundaries. I’m able to write about this right now because there is a sound of a vacuum nearby, and I have the time to settle in and think. I’m working right now at two of my jobs, and I find in that reality a deep pleasure, absolutely.

I have not always been good at this. I have not vetted people well enough, for one. It is hard to train a person who doesn’t understand this particular type of exchange deeply. People stab at the idea, thinking they can just dress up and play at being maid, doing nothing at all for the actual cleanliness of my space, expecting I’ll return sexual favors (which are absolutely and purposefully missing from my list of Dominant offerings). Those are not the games I play. I’ve tried to be too much of a pleaser in the past, not knowing that what was craved was my presence and creativity. It dulls the transaction to only play in ways which check off your sub’s boxes. It makes one’s exchanges measured and less related to thoughtfulness, passion, and the unexpected adventure many seek. I have not made clear which moments of interaction were of D/s significance, and which were friendly and in passing—expectation management is core to every relationship. My list of desires for help has not been as well defined or strong, and asking apologetically for service is less than a turn-on to those who truly desire to serve and take my command. I have learned a lot, and am still very much learning.

Soon he will be done with his tasks and we will connect until he must leave. His heart raced when I set My collar around his neck, and he will probably feel things when it’s time for me to take it away, murmuring, “I release you”, in his ear, allowing him to move upward and outward into his day. Both moments are meaningful for each of us. I also feel them deeply.

What a blessing it is to serve one another. What a joy to share space and duties, skills, and consideration. What we do for one another saves our own selves from the darkness of everyday.

What a privilege is this pleasure.

Play On My Friends,
~ Creature

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Toxic ___inity:

My performance as Sirius Black

When I ask you what masculinity is and you stare at me blankly, rejecting the whole of the ideology as mal/tainted/bad, I remember the singsong story of what “little boys are made of”. I remember my jealousy too, in grade school, and my own rejection of “what little girls were made of” as surely as I rejected standing on the sidelines. I wasn’t invited to wrestle, and I opted out of playing house for skinned knees and running through fields, talking to rocks and trees, climbing ever higher, skirt hitched wherever it needed to be so that I might reach to the sky and recline high up in the air, covered in patches of leaf-shaped shade before being called down to lunch.

Masculinity is not a thing which exists only in response (positive or negative) to something outside of itself. I’ll start with my own points of reference. Being assigned female at birth, I’ve been faced with taunts about the size and shape of my always shifting body since an inappropriately young age. That I am female conflates this experience as a feminine thing. It is not though. This happens to all people—body shaming. Some more than others, and some in ways which are more or less tolerable. Picking apart my dysphoria caught up within dysmorphia clearly shows that the range of possibility for making someone uncomfortable because of gender-expectant conformity is not only a feminine trouble.

If I had to come up with an idea describing masculinity as I experience it, I’d say that masculinity is best understood by looking at ballerinas. Their lines, discipline, effort to precise physical victory, the machinelike bits of their strong, resilient, apt and focused bodies, making beautiful, emotional, unbelievable designs for our eyes and hearts to be inspired by. In loving ballet, I am loving a masculinity our society calls “pretty”—even a girly thing.

Much of femininity is defined as “nice”. It’s ridiculous to paint this trivializing mood onto the “fem(me)”. Femininity, when I feel her in me, is the ocean—that which we come from, that which we are made from inside. Femininity pushes and pulls one like the tides, asking you to strengthen in response to subtle and stronger movements all around. Nurturance and resistance. Mysterious. Indirect. Winding like snakes toward consciousness and skill. There is no “barre workout” leading to a perfect leap or pirouette, there is a wrestling with insecurity, a quiet reflection leading to subtle moments of change, growth, and resilience. Femininity is in the listening which brings mastery.

Masculinity is lightening from the sky, illuminating a path to power.

Femininity is the universe of knowledge found by touching Earth, smelling every scent, and knowing dark things intimately.

We living beings are each, both, all and more—balls of flesh with features varying in color, structure, and a million details adapting to each environment we are in, in order that we may survive another day.

Toxicity is held within broad definitions, bound up in media pressure to conform. Toxicity is adopting inauthentic ideas about some “rules” concerning how one must be in order to exist as a passing part or thing. We cannot pass nor fail at being what we innately have at our disposal.

Nourishment is in balance.

May we all learn to swim and dance.

Play On My Friends,
~ Creature

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