Isn't it amazing? I keep tearing up.

Ha! I appreciate both the minimum clear distance as well as the desire to hug!

Then please allow me to add my sentiments to Vortex's, from a safe and non-threatening distance.

I think of you often, and with much fondness. And hooray for catharsis, in whatever form pleases you best.

You are still the bestest Teppy I will ever meet.

when you top spickle-oost, let us know. ;)

Nothing tops the spickle-oost story. Aw. Bless. Nostalgia.

(Actually, my standard password for everything is fandom related, now I think of it. Ha.)

(Also, if it was TMI, well, all I can say is it gives y'all a chance to [1] live vicariously through me if you so desire, and/or [2] make fun of my wicked past of self-described vanilla inclinations [which I really only claimed as a smokescreen because I was WAY too scared to even admit I was into this weird shit that involves getting flogged by a man in high heels and a leather corset].)

Aw, again with the nostalgia. Bless. See, I always did just accept the whole 'Not me, no siree, I'm vanilla' thing at face value, because - you know, we were pretty much wearing our kinks on our sleeves, back in the day when the Bitch thread harboured random bouts of NC17 ficwriting. But I'm quite gullible. Glad that the beating helped you get your head together, love.

And, Trudy, I realise that I've not said either how much your friend and their child have been in my thoughts. I'm glad the news is getting better.

And, Trudy, I realise that I've not said either how much your friend and their child have been in my thoughts. I'm glad the news is getting better.

It's just so happy-making. Everytime one of you mentions it I start grinning again.

See, I always did just accept the whole 'Not me, no siree, I'm vanilla' thing at face value, because - you know, we were pretty much wearing our kinks on our sleeves, back in the day when the Bitch thread harboured random bouts of NC17 ficwriting. But I'm quite gullible.

Yeah, me too. I don't think of us as gullible though. My college bf once called me "guileless" and he said it in this mean way... he was an ass. He was right though. In his ass way.

my wicked past of self-described vanilla inclinations [which I really only claimed as a smokescreen because I was WAY too scared to even admit I was into this weird shit that involves getting flogged by a man in high heels and a leather corset].)

So you were already practicing? Or was this part of your transition and acceptance?

Don't feel pressured to answer my questions. I'm just nosy and trying to establish a timeline.

Teppy, whatever works for you, works for you. I hear some people juggle geese.

Trudy, I'm so happy for you and your friends that A is recovering so handily. Also, that R could spend time with his brother, that had to be very reassuring.

Tep, the fact that a good spanking helped snap you out, endorphins notwithstanding, doesn't surprise me in the slightest. The way you've described it, it seems like such a safe, structured environment for you—you know exactly what to expect, so you can relax and let go.

The vanilla exterior thing fascinates me because it's not only how I am, but how others see me. I'm so classically Virgo in that way—the cool exterior that masks a really sensual, earthy inner self, but no one believes me when I say that and I don't let the inner self fully out except with someone very trusted. Or to lesser degrees, in my adult writing, my cooking, or on occasion, my clothes. (Which reminds me—I have to lose some of this weight so I can wear my corset to the F2F if we go.)

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Trudy, the news about A is amazing and the story about R is just wonderful.

Tep, glad to hear you are feeling a bit better. It sounds like your evening was the perfect thing.

my wicked past of self-described vanilla inclinations [which I really only claimed as a smokescreen because I was WAY too scared to even admit I was into this weird shit that involves getting flogged by a man in high heels and a leather corset].)

So you were already practicing? Or was this part of your transition and acceptance?

Oh, god no, I wasn't practicing. I was very very VERY interested (and had always harbored those inclinations -- or interests -- since practically the first moment I was aware of having sexual feelings; possibly even before then), and thanks to the wonders of Amazon.com, I had read a LOT.

But I was just too chickenshit to try to meet real! live! humans! who were also into that. True story: for at least 3-5 years before I ever joined the BDSM group, I knew they existed in my fair city, because I looked for info on Google; I was just far too scared to try.

Well too scared, and -- I was also in the Freak-Ass Church, who frowned on unmarried men and women having conversations by themselves, even if the conversations were on Godly Topics, because it could lead to "a false sense of closeness and create unhealthy expectations."

No, I'm serious about that.

So they wouldn't have looked too kindly on the whole kink thing. Plus, they didn't give us any free time anyway, so I wouldn't have had the time to check out the group even if I had been allowed to.

But that's best saved for another post. Or perhaps a book.

So (1) too scared to check out the real live perverts; (2) stuck in the joyless FAC; and (3) just too scared in general to admit what I wanted. I mean, my god, we're socialized in a world in which women are punished for being sexual in any way that doesn't fit a teeny tiny tightly proscribed role that the patriarchy deems serviceable. We *can* be sexual as long as it fits their definition. Any woman whose sexuality falls outside that stifling definition, and who OWNS that sexuality, gets punished.

So imagine where kink falls on the continuum of (1) "good girl" -- (2) "looks 'appropriately' sexy in the right setting, acts demure" -- (3) "looks 'appropriately' sexy in the right setting, acts demure in public, acts like a sexbot only for me" -- (4) "enjoys sex and admits it and acts how she likes, in public and in private."

Not even on the continuum. Because once you hit #4, the punishment (and I don't mean that as a joke about kink, ha ha, she said "punishment") starts.

The whole continuum of societally defined sexual behavior for women presupposes monogamous (or serially monogamous), generally vanilla sex. #4 starts to lean towards the kink thing -- although what I really mean by "enjoys sex and admits it and acts how she likes, in public and in private" still falls within the realm of generally vanilla sex, though possibly not monogamous.

Still #4 is where the "bad" behavior starts. And kink and polygamy and all other non-vanilla behaviors fall on the other side of that.

So the reason I couldn't even TALK about it, couldn't even admit an interest (much less a desire to DO these things), is because -- the bawdiness of Spike's Bitches notwithstanding -- I had YEARS of Catholic patriarchal teaching, followed by years of FAC patriarchal teaching all telling me that I shouldn't even be interested in vanilla sex, let alone anything that didn't involve a wedding band and one position only.

You can argue that I *shouldn't* have been that repressed, but -- fuck that. It is what it is. Society is not exactly fond of women who own their sexuality.

So there it is, in a long-winded fashion. I was never trying to "deceive" anyone, so I'm sorry people feel gullible. I wasn't trying to pull anything over on anyone -- I just. couldn't. talk. about. it. It wasn't intended to be deception.

I was never "secretly" kinky but running around posting about how I was vanilla, while thinking "Ha ha! Suckers!" Never.

It was a process of finally admitting what I wanted, and then trying to find it, and then feeling safe enough to talk about it. I would never call that deception; I'd call it someone going through some changes that are deeply, deeply deeply personal enough that they surely don't warrant running commentary.

Steph, somewhat relatedly, I promised you an e-mail with distress tolerance/mindfulness activities a few months back, and I never got it to you. I have it started and would love to spend some time today putting it together to e-mail you. Would you still be interested? It would actually be a good activity for me, based on how my last week or so has been.