Woman’s Day

Thousands of events are being held around the world to celebrate International Women’s Day, an idea that was launched 100 years ago when a group of women from seventeen countries gathered in Copenhagen, Denmark to champion the rights of women. Activists across the globe are drawing attention to a variety of concerns, including discriminatory laws, the high rate of pregnancy-related deaths in many parts of the world, the skewed sex ratio in China and India, the disproportionately high number of women who are killed and victimized by wars, the comparatively heavier burden of poverty on women, and the continuing disparity between men and women in terms of the quality of available employment and wages received.

But are we, kink folks, any different than those so-called-vanilla creatures living in those real-worlds?

Do we not see similar amount of objectification , patriarchy in this community as well?

Even as a dominant we fall prey to the idea that being dominant is about being a man. being submissive is about being a woman. total bullshit and full of crap. who is going to tell those idiotic people that a woman has a choice. that she can be what she wants to be. she can love how she wants. that there needs not be a standard that she needs to adhere to which is set by men.

it saddens me more to see the people around me, who tell them selves that they are in kink, and understandably more tolerant to sexuality and morality, are no different because they have not learnt what patriarchy means.

a very dear friend who calls himself a sexual rights activist, is an ardent follower of patriarchy in his own relationships. do we call him hypocrite? no, probably someone who has far lesser knowledge of the subject.

even to this day, in our kink community as well, we have been selling ideas/things on shoulder of a seemingly sexy and interesting females. like, a munch gets attended with more enthusiasm if there are more females attendees in it. like, as a female moderator, a strict word to a misbehavior of a male member is taken as a personal attack by him. In his views, become a dominant bitchy person when i do that, while the same thing said in same language by a male moderator is taken much less personally.

these are the small things, in compare to whats been happening in world otherwise.
its high time we support the cause.

may be the first thing would be to atleast listen to this video by Eve Ensler.

Eve Ensler, creator of the Vagina Monologues, declares that there is a girl cell in us all. A cell that we have all been taught to suppress. She tells heartfelt stories of girls around the world who have overcome shocking adversity and violence to reveal the astonishing strength of being a girl.

please listen. please consider.
learn to be a girl. and learn not to be ashamed of it.
learn to say no. learn to stand up.

say it with me, say it with Eve, say it proudly…. ” I am a girl.. and I am an emotional creature!”

Happy Woman’s Day to you all!

Yin & Yang

“What are you up to, sweetheart?”

Pretty ordinary words, yet so exceptional in the situation we are in. He is on his knees, legs spread a bit for improved poise, wrists shifting gracefully in ropes behind his back. I am sitting on a chair in front of him, all bare except for my thoughts, silently sitting from such a long time, reflecting over issues bothering me of late. They are all coming at me from all the sides at once.

On his face, there’s that little knowing smile, obviously he senses that I am staring at him yet vacantly. He can’t in fact see that through that make-shift blindfold I have created using my wide hair band. I really gaze at him then, realizing how beautiful he looks in bondage, in MY bondage. How much seeing him, right there, calms me down, gets me into that happy, peaceful place.

And he asks again. Subtly Smilingly. Almost Provoking.
I see no need to reply. I’m just stroking his tresses which ever so softly falls over his forehead. This is the kind of touch I know that maddens him with desire… To touch me back; to be touched by me further more. Even deeper.

I take a hold of his hairs, pull him close, stealing soft kisses. The kind of kiss where he wants to respond yet I move before he can actually do so.

I kiss him tenderly on his forehead, on his chin, on his left shoulder, moving a bit closer, pulling his head back, exposing his throat, gently biting him there and then turning that into a soft kiss as well.

His lips parts slightly, heavy with want. Even though he is excited by now, he looks so relaxed, content where he is. Bondage is not a burden to him. He knows that I want him there – just like that. He also knows that further I would lead him where I fancy him to be, doing what I wish him to do.

Right here in this moment, this world of mine is perfect, unlike the other one outside. And its because of him, it’s because of us.

Guiding him by the grip on his hairs, I position his head down, between my spread legs. His warm breath tickling me slightly, turning me on even more.

Tonight, I am going to let him worship me, truly. For what I am to him. And he is going to bring me serenity in my otherwise flawed world.

Me and Him. Ying and yang. Perfect harmony. Bound so intimately as one. In love and lust. In pain and pleasure.

Choose Or Loose

Young King Arthur was ambushed and imprisoned by the monarch of a neighboring kingdom. The monarch could have killed him but was moved by Arthur’s youth and ideals. So, the monarch offered him his freedom, as long as he could answer a very difficult question. Arthur would have a year to figure out the answer and, If after a year, he still had no answer, he would be put to death.

The question was: What do women really want?

Such a question would perplex even the most knowledgeable man, And to young Arthur, it seemed an impossible query. But, since it was better than death, he accepted the monarch’s proposition to have an answer by year’s end.

He returned to his kingdom and began to poll everyone: The princess, the priests, the wise men, and even the court jester. He spoke with everyone, but no one could give him a satisfactory answer. Many people advised him to consult the old witch, for only she would have the answer. But the price would be high as the witch was famous through out the kingdom for the exorbitant prices she charged.

The last day of the year arrived and Arthur had no choice but to talk to the witch. She agreed to answer the question, but he would have to agree to her price first. The old witch wanted to marry Sir Lancelot, The most noble of the Knights of the Round Table, And Arthur’s closest friend! Young Arthur was horrified.

She was hunch-backed and hideous, had only one tooth, Smelled like sewage, made obscene noises, etc. He had never encountered such a repugnant creature in all his life.He refused to force his friend to marry her and endure such a terrible burden, But Lancelot, having learnt of the proposal, spoke with Arthur. He said nothing was too big of a sacrifice compared to Arthur’s life. And the reservation of the Round Table.

Hence, a wedding was proclaimed and the witch answered Arthur’s question thus: “What a woman really wants?” she said, “Is to be in charge of her own life.”

Everyone in the kingdom instantly knew that the witch had uttered a great truth. And that Arthur’s life would be spared.

And so it was.

The neighboring monarch granted Arthur his freedom. And Lancelot and the witch had a wonderful wedding. The honeymoon hour approached and, Lancelot, steeling himself for a horrific experience, entered the bedroom.But, what a sight awaited him!

The most beautiful woman he had ever seen lay before him on the bed.The astounded Lancelot asked what had happened. The beauty replied that since he had been so kind to her when she appeared as a witch, she would henceforth be her horrible and deformed self only half the time. And the beautiful maiden the other half.

“Which would you prefer? She asked him. “Beautiful during the day….or at night?”

Lancelot pondered the predicament. During the day he could have a beautiful woman to show off to his friends, but at night, in the privacy of his castle, an old witch! Or, would he prefer having a hideous witch during the day? But by night a beautiful woman for him to enjoy wondrous, intimate moments with?

Noble Lancelot, knowing the answer the witch gave Arthur to his question, He said that he would allow HER to make the choice herself.

Upon hearing this, she announced that she would be beautiful all the time. Because, he had respected her enough to let her be in charge of her own life.

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The moral of the story is…

1) There is a witch in every woman no matter how beautiful she is!

2) If you don’t let a woman have her own way, things are going to get ugly.