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Even lovely, supportive comments are problematic: Stop writing “Domme”

I recently got this lovely note from an anonymous person via the Submissive Secrets website:

I recently read your blog for the first time. I’m a fan of malesubmissionartcom and this secrets website. I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for your bad experiences. And also that submissive men are definitely desirable. To me, there is not a moment when a man is more beautiful than the moment when he surrenders. I really do hope that you find the Domme for you, and that she really appreciates you and the gift of your submission. Good luck.

First, thank you. It’s not really suitable for that site, but it’s a lovely thing to read and I’m very much needing lovely, supportive things these days.

Second, please don’t say “Domme” to me again. “Domme” is a horrible word that encodes gender essentialism into BDSM culture. Do you call female flight attendants “stewardesses?” If not, then don’t call dominant women “dommes.” And if you do, then consider what effect this word has on other people when you use it.

For me, it hurts to read.


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Feminism and the Disposable Male (by girlwriteswhat)

I found this interesting. It problematizes the idea that “sexism=misogyny.” Can one go so far as to say, “It queers sexism?” That, even here, there is more diversity than one previously thought? I think so….

My one, initial critique of the entire piece is a glaringly obvious one: the orator’s repeated reference to “feminism” as a monolithic ideology. In point of fact, there are multiple feminisms and not all of them so callously disregard “male needs,” although I will concede that most mainstream (read: bumper-sticker) feminisms at least seem to do so quite readily.

Closer to home, I’d argue that “sex-positive feminism,” or at least those veins of the sex-positive movement embracing a queer social context that questions gender binarism and accepts the implicit challenge to see people complexly in its own discourse, does not so easily succumb to the dynamic described by “male disposability” as presented here. On the other hand, “sex-positive” feminism and many other feminisms still suffer from a binarism in which people’s salient hermeneutic characteristics are categorically defined, a tragedy in which no opportunity exists for the same thing—be it a personality trait, facet of sociosexual identity, or one’s way of thinking—to hold two “true” meanings simultaneously. What obscures this fact from, say, the BDSM community, is that the characteristic given primacy in determining a person’s “disposability”—how valued or devalued they are—is not gender, but rather role orientation: domism is not sexism, but the two lean on one another both inside and outside of BDSM Scene-State societies and subcultures. What I’m most personally interested in is the experiences of men when these two things intersect.

Anyway, a transcript of the video’s speech is below. Please note that the links in the text are my own additions intended to connect the pieces of the text with ideas that they spawned in my own mind as I was listening to them. They are probably not the author’s original intent and are not presented here with the intention of making them appear that way. Rather, the links are a hypertextual record of my own multi-threaded thought processes for later bisociative analysis. That being said, emphasis in the transcript reflects emphasis in the orator’s speech.

Not too long ago, I headed out with a feminist who had come into a male-safe space from a feminist blog, just to scoff at the idea of male disposability.

She she went there and basically said that the entire concept was a myth, that men’s lived experiences were completely wrong, that they were just a bunch of whiners who were complaining over nothing.

Yeah…. Anyhow, that got me thinking about the concept of male disposability and how that interacts with the feminist movement.

Male disposability’s been around since the dawn of time. And it’s based on one very, very straightforward dynamic: When it comes to the well being of others, they come first, men come last. This is just the way it has always been. Seats in lifeboats, being rescued from burning buildings, who gets to eat.

Really, society places men dead last, every time. And society expects men to place themselves dead last, every time.

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Humans have always had a dynamic of “women and children first,” and that has not changed at all. The 93% workplace death gap has to be evidence of this, if only because nobody with any kind of importance or power is interested in changing it, at all.

In fact, I remember reading an article in the BC paper not long ago that described the increasing proportion of female injuries on the job as a huge problem. And in the insane thing was that the change reflected a decrease in male injuries rather than an increase in female ones. Men’s injuries on the job had gone down because the economic downturn had put so many men out of work in the resource sector that there just weren’t as many trees or pieces of heavy equipment falling on men as there had been before. Yet, this was framed as a huge problem for women that required immediate actions to solve.

It’s just crazy! It’s like, if men aren’t dying at work at twenty times the rate women, are we must be doing something wrong as a society.

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Back when we were still living in caves, that attitude was necessary for human survival. Nature’s a really harsh mistress, especially when you think of all the animals that never, ever get to die of old age. Things were a lot different for humans through most of our history on this planet than they are now. Life was dangerous, human settlements were small, isolated from each other, and [so] one big disaster that took out a lot of women pretty much meant the end of the entire shebang for that group of people.

So, really, the level of importance that a human settlement placed on the wellbeing of women and children reflected, almost always, how successful that settlement was. And that can be expanded to encompass entire societies.

I keep hearing from the feminist camp that femaleness has always really been undervalued by society and that maleness is preferred, but I have always contended that it’s the exact opposite. The feminine is intrinsically and individually valuable, simply because females are the limiting factor in reproduction of any species. When it comes to producing babies, every woman counts, whereas (biologically), one very happy man could probably do the work of hundreds in that regard. So, the level of instinctive importance we humans place on the safety of provision of women and their children—it’s one of the main reasons why we’ve been able to be so successful that we come to really dominate this planet.

And while I will concede that this drive to keep women safe from all harm has often resulted in extreme limits being placed on women’s mobility, their agency, their power of decision to direct their own lives, all through history in many cultures, and in many cultures even today, I think it’s telling that those cultures tend to be the most backwards.

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When you consider the restrictions placed on women in places like Afghanistan, and then you consider that, if we bomb them into the stone age, it would be progress, I think you can conclude the most successful societies had a really good balance between allowing women freedom and the ability to choose and direct their own paths in life, and the need to protect them and provide for them.

However, feminists will insist that these kinds of restrictions in those kinds of societies are the ultimate form of objectification. You lock up your possessions to make sure they will never be lost, or stolen, or harmed.

Honestly, if I were a guy on a battlefield, I might appreciate being objectified in that way. I think if I was going to be an object, I’d rather be a sexual one, or somebody’s prized possession, than an object that can simply be thrown in the trash or smashed into pieces in the service of somebody else’s purpose.

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It was that last segment that struck me most strongly. Could there be a parallel between the idea of “male disposability” and the devaluation of male submission? It seems likely.

Back to the video:

Feminists also have a very simplistic idea that our willingness to absolve women of their crimes, slap them on their wrists, spare them punishment, comes from a deep disrespect society has for their personhood. Not seeing them as full human beings capable of looking after themselves, that we see them as children who don’t know any better. And, yeah, while there are parallels in our desire to protect women and children from not only their own poor decisions but the full consequences of their shitty behavior, it’s really not as simple as they try to make it out to be.

I mean, seriously, even today—even today, in 2011—we fully expect that, if it comes down to a man and a woman in a burning building and you can only save one, the expectation is that you choose the woman, every single time. So honestly, whose humanity are we placing above whose here? We’re not talking about going to work, we’re not talking about getting an education, we’re not talking about having freedom to decide what you want to be in life, and we’re not talking about getting to take Taekwondo. We’re talking seats and lifeboats here. The person in the lifeboat is going to survive no matter how capable or incapable they are of managing their own life, and the person who went down with the ship is going to die no matter how independent, self-sufficient, and awesome he is.

That’s the equation. One life, more valuable than another, and the woman wins every time.

So, honestly, is there any argument, anywhere, that women’s humanity has always been held in higher regard by society than men’s?

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To be important to society, a woman merely has to be. A man has to do in order for his life to have any meaning to anyone other than himself.

Ah ha, here I begin to see the parallel: I was once asked what a sexually submissive man has to do to stand out from the throngs of other men a dominant woman could choose to spend her time with. I didn’t realize it at the time, but the question itself betrayed the problem. My answer was surely similarly unhelpful. In contrast, dominant women are valued simply by being present, albeit harshly tokenized.

Well…sexism may not be misogyny, but both of those things still sucks for everyone involved.

Okay, once again, back to the video:

I think it was Man, Woman, Myth who said, “Our society reduces men from human beings to human doings,” and I really think that’s an apt analogy. We measure a man’s worthiness to where the title of man, and therefore the title of human, through how useful he is either to society or to women. And one of the most useful things a man can do, even now, in the eyes of society is to put women and children before himself.

And while I think there’s plenty of argument that this attitude is at least partly innate, the way most survival traits are, even collective ones, if it starts in the chromosomes, we really do everything we can as a society to reinforce this dynamic. Studies have shown that even though baby boys tend to cry and fuss more than baby girls, parents are quicker to attend to or console a baby girl than they are a baby boy. Even just the level of acceptance of infant male circumcision in our culture when female genital mutilation was banned pretty much the first afternoon we all heard it existed, really says a lot about the differing expectations we have for males and females.

I mean, speaking as a mother, the last thing I would have ever wanted was to hear my child cry, especially when they’re at an age when they’re completely helpless, completely at the mercy of outside forces, and utterly dependent on the adults in their lives for every last thing. And yet, even knowing how painful that cut is, we expect baby boys—only days old, for fuck’s sake—to just suck that up.

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And just think about what these very first interactions and experiences, these differences in how we nurture our babies depending on what gender they are, what this teaches them.

What do we teach baby girls when we attend to their crying so quickly? We teach them to ask for help because their needs are important. We teach them to let us know when they’re afraid or in pain because it’s important for us to know when they’re sick or in danger or hurt, so we can do something about it! We teach them that when they’re sad, or lonely, to summon comfort and comfort will be there. We teach them that they’re important, their needs and wellbeing, both emotional and physical, are important, just because.

And what are teaching baby boys when leave them to cry? We teach them there’s not much point in seeking help because it will be grudgingly given, if at all. We teach them that they should become self-contained in their ability to deal with emotions like fear, helplessness, loneliness, sadness, pain, distress. We teach them stoicism. We teach them to suck it up. We teach them that their fear and their pain are things that are best ignored. We teach them that their emotional and physical wellbeing are just not as important as other things.

I mean, given all of that, is it any wonder it’s like pulling teeth to get a man to go to the doctor when he’s sick‽

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What we’re teaching that baby boy is all the things a man needs to know and feel and believe about himself if he’s going to stand in front of a cabin with a rifle while his wife and kids hide inside. We’re preparing him for the day he has to fix a bayonet to a rifle and charge a hill under enemy fire, and we’re preparing him to make a decision to resign himself to an icy fate while women and children escape in the lifeboats. We are really teaching him to internalize his own disposability.

And baby girls? By attending to her crying so quickly, by letting her know she’s inherently important to us, we’re preparing her for the day she has to think of her own safety first, even if it means the man she loves is left standing alone with a rifle in front of a cabin. We’re preparing her to take that seat in the lifeboat. We’re training her to not allow guilt or empathy or acknowledgment of a man’s humanity, or any sense that he might just maybe deserve it more, to convince her to give her seat to him, because for millennia, the human species absolutely depended on her feeling 100% entitled to that seat.

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And that brings me to feminism.

You know, the patriarchy smashers, those righteous avengers of equality, dogged dismantlers of every single gender role. What exactly is feminism doing to dismantle this traditional role of the disposable male?

Feminism’s greatest victories have only reinforced in everyone that society still owes women provision, protection, help, and support, just because they’re women. In its collective dismissal and abandonment of male victims of domestic violence, it only reinforces in men that it’s pointless for them to ask for help because men’s needs are of no relevance, and their fear and pain don’t mean anything to anyone.

Feminism teaches us to put women’s needs at the forefront of every single issue, political or social, whether that issue is domestic violence law, sexual assault law, institutional sexism, social safety net, education funding, homeless shelters, government funding for shovel-ready jobs that didn’t stay shovel-ready once feminists got wind of them. Everywhere you look, everywhere you look, there are feminists pushing their way to the front of the line demanding women’s “fair share” of all of the goodies, the good stuff, the loot, the booty, the cookies. Even if women don’t need it, even if women don’t deserve it, and even if somebody else needs it and deserves it more.

And they get it, because we give it to them.

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Feminism has done nothing but exploit this dynamic of the expectation on men to put everybody else before themselves, especially women. Women’s safety and support, women’s wellbeing and women’s emotional needs, always come first. This is the most stunning piece of society-wide manipulative psychology I think I have ever come across.

Feminism has been on the down-low with old-school chivalry right from the start. And they might seem like strange bedfellows for sure, but they’re not, because both concepts are built on a firm foundation of female self-interest.

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We made our way as humans through a really harsh history, and we became the dominant force on this planet, and one of the reasons we were so successful is because we have consistently put women’s basic needs first. Their need for safety, support, and provision. It was in humanity’s best interest for women to be essentially self-interested, and for men to be essentially self-sacrificing.

But we don’t need that dynamic anymore.

I mean, our species is in no danger of extinction. I mean, we’re 7 billion people, clogging up the works here. What’s the worst that could happen if we all just collectively decided that men were no more disposable than women and women were no more valuable than men?

In fact, the greatest danger I see to us right now is that in our desperation to bend over and give women everything they want and everything that they say they need, we’ve unbalanced society to the point where we’re just in danger of seriously toppling over.

And really, the only difference I see between the traditional role and the new one for men, with respect to disposability, is that maleness—manhood—it used to be celebrated, it used to be admired, and it used to be rewarded, because it was really fucking necessary, and because the personal cost of it to individual men was so incredibly high. But now?

Now, we still expect men to put women first, and we still expect society to put women first, and we still expect men to not complain about coming in dead last every damn time. But men don’t even get our admiration anymore. All they get in return is to hear about what assholes they are. Is it any wonder they’re starting to get pissed off?

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Anyhow, that’s not all I have to say about this subject, but it is all I have to say about it today since my kid is about to walk in the door home from school, so I am going to sign off and hopefully I will see you all again.

For now, I’m GirlWritesWhat, ciao.


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In one sentence, my position on sex work is: I don’t judge people for paying for sex, and I don’t judge people for selling sexual labor, but I will and I do judge everyone who uncritically participates in a system that creates and perpetuates an unequal opportunity for the purchase or sale of sexual services, such as the one that currently exists, and I find it morally reprehensible not to judge someone who feels indifferent about that disparity.

Why? Because sex work is work. And beyond merely having a right to employment, everyone has a right to meaningful and rewarding work of their own choosing.


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“Men-ups!” is a gender reversal art project depicting men in pin-up style. It’s been on my Facebook wall a bunch, today, with various reactions ranging from “ewww” to “creepy.” The thing that immediately jumps out at me is not actually “how much more absurd some poses instantly look when they’re being done by men,” as Michael Zhang from PetaPixel.com notes, but rather how much less skin is being shown by the stereotypically masculine contexts in which the “men-ups” were photographed.
Compare, for instance, the above photograph to the very first Google Image search result I found for “pin-up baseball”:

If you run the same experiment with the other photographs in the men-ups set, you’ll get similar results. (I’ve done this before to great effect.)
(via Men Photographed in Stereotypical Pin-Up Poses)

“Men-ups!” is a gender reversal art project depicting men in pin-up style. It’s been on my Facebook wall a bunch, today, with various reactions ranging from “ewww” to “creepy.” The thing that immediately jumps out at me is not actually “how much more absurd some poses instantly look when they’re being done by men,” as Michael Zhang from PetaPixel.com notes, but rather how much less skin is being shown by the stereotypically masculine contexts in which the “men-ups” were photographed.

Compare, for instance, the above photograph to the very first Google Image search result I found for “pin-up baseball”:

If you run the same experiment with the other photographs in the men-ups set, you’ll get similar results. (I’ve done this before to great effect.)

(via Men Photographed in Stereotypical Pin-Up Poses)


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Japanese pornography is so dominant here [in China] and they really promote the image of young innocent submissive female, and they appear to be underage. I interviewed a lot of guys who say that, yes, this is my primary fantasy. I want to see this submissive girl. What does it mean? I think it means that it gives the guy the sense of empowerment. They can handle the submissive girl. So in this fantasy world, they can deal with this kind of girl, but it doesn’t mean that they have this girl in real life but the fact that they have to probably deal with the quite powerful women around them. In Japan there are studies explaining that this fantasy is a reversal, a sense of weakness and incompetence that Japanese male was like spoiled by mothers also. In China it’s a little bit similar.

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I found a lot of Chinese men and Chinese women have different aspirations…so does it have anything to do with the fact that they create the fantasy of easy submissive girl. Maybe it’s related. It’s a kind of reversal, that they can dream about submissive girl, but in reality, those Chinese men are rejected so badly by Chinese women, for instance on dating sites. The Chinese women are very demanding, and they publicize their requirements. And the Chinese men feel quite bad in a way. So I can see that Hong Kong and China is patriarchic. And I know that in reality, in the workplace, and at home, men have a lot of power. But that’s also just one way of investigating the reality. There’s also other realities where women have a lot of power as well.


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As much as we would like to believe that the [BDSM] scene is a problem-free sexual utopia, it still suffers from many of the problems that mainstream society does. Straight male sexuality is prioritized, and thus straight male doms are the prevailing players in the scene. Straight male doms have no use for male subs, yet they still like female doms—they like us because we bring a certain energy to the scene and are fun to talk to and be around and because they hope that maybe we’ll co-top their girls with them and that they might be able to get into our pants.

So my sexuality is something that people in the scene can appreciate and sort of see the value in from afar. But the object of that sexuality is not accepted in the scene. While male subs are not seen as potential objects of desire, female doms are seen only as objects of desire.

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These het-male-doms who make up the mainstream of the subculture that we inhabit? I think they like me and respect me and think I’m hot, but I don’t know if they think my sexuality is valid.

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There is a lot of male submissive-shaming in the public scene. You’ll hear it all the time. “Male subs are creepy,” “male subs spoil the atmosphere, so we don’t want to encourage them.” And while I have indeed encountered many male submissives who have acted in inappropriate ways, I have one question to ask: why do you suppose that male subs like maymay who do respect boundaries don’t feel welcome in the scene? It’s not because they are making male submission look bad, it’s because you are equating male submission with badness.


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When “sex-positive” is a euphemism for “male gaze”

I had been wanting to attend an event at Mission Control for a while now. One of the reasons I hadn’t is because, other than the price tag, nearly every opportunity to do so seemed to require some kind of dress code. My opinion on dress codes can be summed up as, “well, fuck you very much,” so I was turned off right quick from most of the advertised events at Mission Control.

Then, by way of Reid Mihalko, I learned about PINK. This semi-regular event seems to specifically do away with dress codes:

Dress Code: n/a… you can leave your costumes at home and just come all gussied up or even dressed down. We’ll be happy you’re there no matter what you wear!

I also highly appreciated one of the organizers’ elevator pitches, which I was fortunate enough to hear at a semi-private dinner beforehand: “You know how you can order wine at a restaurant, but that doesn’t make it a bar? Well, you and your partner can have sex at PINK if you like, but that doesn’t make it a play party. It’s just a party, and some people like to play or have sex.”

All right, I’m thinking, now I’m actually excited to check out the venue. I mean, I was interested before, but I wasn’t expecting much. This, despite the fact that I’ve heard great things about Mission Control, left and right. Still, whereas most people in this town use “sex-positive” to mean some kind of fucking utopia (and I use those words advisedly), their implementation (and their instrumentation) is more than often more than somewhat lacking.

Nevertheless, the PINK party was an opportunity to check out the space, and so I gave myself a predictable mission: scout the imagery. What I found was unsurprising: I counted 22 eroticized images of women to 1 of a man.

But this count is somewhat misleading, and I’ve had some requests to clarify. So, here’s the exacting breakdown, albeit hastily-authored.

My (admittedly subjective) criteria:

  • Expressly eroticized imagery only. So-called “family-friendly” photos or imagery that does not specifically signify a “look at TEH SEXY!” were not counted. This, notably, excluded a painting of a lesbian couple in pseudo-drag above the bar from my count.
  • Imagery that depicts human or humanoid creatures only. I’m not going to gender the animals. That being said, if there’s a mermaid with huge breasts in the room, that’s counted as a woman. (Yes, this kind of thing has happened before, although not at Mission Control as far as I saw.)
  • Decor only, not props, toys, or play equipment. While there are certainly an overabundance of equipment specifically designed for use on women at these venues, that is a whole other can of worms and I’ll get to that later. In the mean time, I’m only looking at the items making up the “ambiance,” not the items designed for functional use.

With that said, there were a few things in the numbers I had to fudge to make sense in 140 characters. These were:

  • The coffee table near the entrance was, itself, a collage of erotic images of women. While I could easily have counted this as “50+” for the women, I only counted it as 1.
  • On the coffee table was The Big Penis Book. Some have said this should be counted as one for the men’s column, but I didn’t include it in the count because as far as I saw, it was picturing solely penises, not men. I don’t know about you, but I don’t consider a picture of a vagina (or, more accurately, a vulva) equivalent to a picture of a woman. Why should I consider a picture of a penis equivalent to a picture of a man?
  • There was a digital picture frame on the opposite wall from the bar. This rotated through a slideshow of images. I watched it for a goodly 3 minutes or so, noting that the images changed approximately every 10 seconds. In the approximate 3 minutes that I watched the slideshow, I saw 1 and only 1 picture of a man. The rest were pictures of women. I counted this as 1 picture of a woman, not of a man, because the ratio in this particular device was about 17 to 1 in favor of women.
  • There was an old-time absinthe poster near the bar that had images of demons. I recall seeing both male- and female-assigned individuals depicted on the poster, but none of them were expressly sexualized, even though it could be argued that they were “sexy demons,” and so I did not count this item at all.

As can be expected, I made a point of pointing this out to people who were wondering what the hell I was doing writing down ticks to keep a tally on my own business card. When I explained that I was keeping track of how many images of women versus images of men I found in the venue, everyone wanted to know what the count was. After telling them about the disparity in the ratio, the single most common response I got was a “Oh, that’s weird,” or “Huh, interesting.”

I found the response itself very telling. Weird, as if it’s some kind of surprise, or interesting, as if it’s unusual in sex-positive spaces. It was always punctuated with a moment of thought. “Huh. Hmm. Oh….” It was as if no one had ever considered this before.

One man I spoke to made the common remark, “Well, women are just way more fun to look at.” I can’t tell if he was being serious or facetious, and I don’t want to assume because he seemed like a nice guy, but if it was a joke I did not find it funny. In fact, it was immediately triggering and I almost left the room right then, but I got caught up in a conversation with someone next to me and then had the opportunity to discover that this man was actually kind of a well-read sci-fi geek, which I think is cool. I still did not appreciate the remark, though.

Anyway, whoever runs the Mission Control twitter feed responded to me on Twitter after I posted my tally online:

@maymaym Hi, we are aware of that situation and will be correcting as we move forward and install new art. We are open to all!

I replied:

@missioncontrol Good to hear. And I look forward to seeing a different tally result on my card next time or shortly thereafter I’m there. :)

If this sounds like a friendly threat, that’s because it is. I had a genuinely okay time at Mission Control. Not great, but okay. The people were incredibly friendly, and they did the best job at “being the bus driver” at any venue I’ve ever attended. Ever. That counts for something. It’s not so surprising, really, because while Mission Control is BDSM-inclusive, it is not actually a BDSM space, so they don’t suffer from the ridiculously pompous “WE SCARY! YOU SCARED OF US!” chest-thumping attitude prevalent in the BDSM Scene.

But their (refreshing) lack of an “I’m so much more hardcore than you” attitude does not earn them a pass on the imagery issue. And while it’s good to hear that they say they are “aware of that situation,” I have been told exactly that on Twitter about the exact same situation before, and exactly nothing has happened in that case. (I’m looking at you, Wicked Grounds.) So you’ll forgive me if I don’t exactly fawn over being reassured.

The fact of the matter is that “sex-positive,” when used by sex-positive people, is often a polite euphemism for “male gaze.” The fact that I was even conducting a tally, far less the actual results of the tally, was a novel and interesting thing betrays how little thought so-called “sex-positive” organizers actually put into representing gender equality in their venues.

You know how when you learn a new word, suddenly you see that word popping up apparently everywhere? That’s not because the word didn’t exist before, it’s because now you’re recognizing it. This is the same thing that happens to sex-positive spaces when I point this out: the notion of sexualized imagery of men simply doesn’t exist as a concept so they don’t even realize that they’ve just filled their space up with pictures of skinny, naked, white women.

I don’t think this makes sex-positive people malicious, it just makes them no better than not-sex-positive people. Both groups are equally stupid.

It’s like how I’m stupid with sports. I don’t know the first fucking thing about sports, so when I walk into a bar and there’s some game on, I can’t tell you that it’s the Bulls playing the Red Sox or whatever. All I can tell you is that some sports thing is happening on the television.

And all I’m saying is that in a community of supposedly sexuality- and gender-sensitive individuals, there is a massive, gigantic, blind spot that should be fucking embarrassing to anyone who calls themselves “sex-positive.”

Because I don’t call myself a sports fan. And I’m not going to unless I know that the Bulls don’t even play the same goddamn sport as the Red Sox. I’d look pretty fucking stupid otherwise, wouldn’t I?

UPDATE: Three months later, the imagery situation has not improved.


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Having a gender isn’t about aligning yourself with a definition; it’s caring about your label. All this time I’d been saying I wasn’t attached to my gender, I was attached so strongly that I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I cared so much that whenever it came up, I had to point out I didn’t care. I couldn’t let go of the question because I knew, deep down, that the label I’d been using was wrong for me. The hole I found when I reached for that part of my identity wasn’t an absence. The hole was the answer. In retrospect, the obviousness and ridiculousness of this made me laugh. And then I started to cry.

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Finding the right word wasn’t about explaining some things that I do. It was about knowing what I am. I had no precedent for changing my self-perception on that fundamental a level. I was really, honestly frightened.

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The etymological best fit for me is, I think, “agender.” While it falls under the umbrella of genderqueer, it doesn’t mean between genders, nor alternating; it’s not a third gender or a mix. It just means “not”—a hole—a gap in self-concept at the place where I found one in mine. It’s not a fixed point for me to align to, it’s a description of what I already am. And that, for once, feels right.


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Ms. and Mr. Jones had to be Xtra careful. If they kept bouncing it up in the air and saying how strong and active it was, they’d be treating it more like a boy than an X. But if all they did was cuddle it and kiss it and tell it how sweet and dainty it was, they’d be treating it more like a girl than an X.

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They bought a storybook about a brave princess who rescued a handsome prince from his tower, and another one about a sister and brother who grew up to be a baseball star and a ballet star and you had to guess which.

The head scientists of Project Baby X checked all their purchases and told them to keep up the good work. They also reminded the Joneses to see page 4629 of the Manual where it said, “Never make Baby X feel embarrassed or ashamed about what it wants to play with. And if X gets dirty climbing rocks, never say, “nice little Xes don’t get dirty climbing rocks”.

Likewise, it said, “if X falls down and cries, never say, “Brave little Xes don’t cry. Because, of course, nice little Xes do get dirty, and brave little Xes do cry. No matter how dirty X gets or how hard it cries, don’t worry. It’s all part of the Xperiment.

The Story of X, by Lois Gould

(Do yourself a favor and read this. It’s short. It’s also particularly interesting in light of the story of Storm.)


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