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[P]olitical motivated firings fit into a much broader pattern in American history that […] I call “Fear, American Style.” While people on the left and the right often focus on state repression—coercion and intimidation that comes from and is wielded by the government (politically driven prosecution and punishment, police violence, and the like)—the fact is that a great deal of political repression happens in civil society, outside the state. More specifically, in the workplace.

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There’s a reason so much of American repression is executed not by the state but by the private sector: the government is subject to constitutional and legal restraints, however imperfect and patchy they may be. But an employer often is not.

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On this blog, I’ve talked a lot about what I call […] “the private life of power”: the domination and control we experience in our personal lives at the hands of employers, spouses, and so on. But we should always recall that that private life of power is often wielded for overtly political purposes: not simply for the benefit of an employer but also for the sake of maintaining larger political orthodoxies and suppressing political heresies.

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In the last few months, I’ve had a fair number of arguments with both libertarians and anarchists about the state. What neither crew seems to get is what our most acute observers have long understood about the American scene: however much coercive power the state wields–and it’s considerable—it’s not, in the end, where and how many, perhaps even most, people in the United States have historically experienced the raw end of politically repressive power. Even force and violence: just think of black slaves and their descendants, confronting slaveholders, overseers, slave catchers, Klansmen, chain gangs, and more; or women confronting the violence of their husbands and supervisors; or workers confronting the Pinkertons and other private armies of capital.

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[T]he real bias one sees in mainstream reporting doesn’t come from one’s involvement in outside political activities. It comes from the desire to do one’s job in accordance with the strictures of one’s supervisors and peers, for fear that should you break ranks, you’ll be fired or somehow blackballed from the profession. Most of the time, that internal policeman will keep you in line. But should he fall asleep on the job, the company’s real police will there to toss you out on your ass. Again, Fear, American Style: the state, bound by the First Amendment, does nothing; editors do the job instead.


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For thousands of years, humanity has governed itself by a politic of power that depends on authoritarian hierarchies. Our identities, our desires, and our power are all monitored by hierarchal systems of oppression, sanctioned and encouraged by the politics of power.

Power politics depends on obedience to those in power, or you die. “My way or the highway,” says the politics of power. “You’re either with us or you’re against us,” says the politics of power.

You never have to answer anyone who demands any either/or of you. Either/Or is the language of bullies. The politics of power has degenerated into global bully-ism.

Democracy is a sort of [trans*] politic: half way between a power politic, and an identity politic. Democracy is a great politic with two major drawbacks:

1) If you’ve got enough money, you can thoroughly corrupt democracy and
2) In order to have a voice in a democratic government, you must be part of an acceptable demographic. None of us in this room has an acceptable recognizable identity.

In the history of humanity, we have governed ourselves using the politics of power and politics of identity. But there has never been a politic of desire. How about that? Never.


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There is overlap here between sexism and what Gretchen calls “domism”: the sense that “dominants are somehow more valid people than submissives.” Teramis agreed, noting that it was sometimes unclear if someone was being sexist or “D/s presumptive”: do “you think you can order me to get you a drink” because I am submissive “or is it cause you’re a sexist pig anyway and you would do it to any woman who was standing there?

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I lacked the context to make any real analysis of why I wasn’t getting the FemDom sex I wanted from either clients (for whom I was indeed providing a detailed service and bear no grudge about my lack of personal sexual satisfaction) nor my local dungeon scene. As soon as I identified formally as a female dominant in a BDSM context, the only men I seemed to be able to attract were the kinds of men who would dictate the entire script for their ideal sexual encounter with the expectation that my sexual pleasure would come strictly from serving that desire for them. On paper we would be on the same page for a scene negotiation but I would notice very quickly that the expectations were less of a close match than I thought. My actions were ostensibly those of a dominant, but my role was much more submissive in nature and it just wasn’t doing it for me. I began to even question whether or not I was a dominant because I wasn’t having fun doing all of these so-called “dominant” things.

After awhile I felt jaded about the whole formal Fem Dom thing and eventually scrapped it out of frustration. […] I stopped going to BDSM parties “as a domme.” Given that I could also enjoy heavy bottoming without a submissive context (a type of play I had to learn how to articulate and negotiate well) I abandoned my formal quest to find submissive men to play with inside the BDSM scene. It wasn’t too long after that when I stopped going to dungeon parties completely because the bulk of my sexuality had been put on pause.

[…At LAN parties, however, m]y desire to be dominant in the bedroom and direct the course of a sexual interaction with a man was welcome so long as I did not formally identify myself as a dominant female. At the time I didn’t find this problematic in the slightest because I too was more than a little fed up with other dominants who would approach me with a, “ME DOMINANT, YOU SUBMISSIVE” attitude.


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