I think introspection and self examination are valuable things. I especially appreciate moments when I figure something new out about myself, because I am always trying to understand who I am and what I want in life. For a number of reasons I am critical of myself and have difficulty excepting all the parts of myself. It puts me in difficult mental places sometimes. Ironically, the most outwardly controversial part of me, my non-mainstream sexual tastes, inclinations and activities, are the parts of me that I am most cool with. Humans are strange creatures.
The other day I was reading a blog that I have recently discovered: and this particular entry got me thinking. It was a mention of people in the BDSM lifestyle often working through some issue in their past that got me thinking. Now that concept is nothing new to me, but reading that in that context led me to think about my interest in BDSM and my sexuality in general and what it means about me.
Regular readers will know that I am full fledged bisexual with a wide and kinky range of interest and taste. I particularly like BDSM although I haven’t been able to explore it with others as much as I’d like to. Anyway, I find that over the last two years or so more and more of my fantasies, the ones that get me really hard and the ones that I masturbate to most often involve BDSM, particularly me being a submissive who is sexually used by a group of men. Now don’t get me wrong, I have lots of other fantasies, and plenty that involve women, but the man on man bondage is what really gets me hard and where my fantasies get most vivid and visceral.
I don’t think the man part is particularly significant because I think that’s my reality based mind kicking in. It’s a LOT easier to find men to have kinky play with than women first of all, at least in my life anyway. And in my experience the level of passion and dominance I’m fantasizing about I’ve only seen with men.
The thing that was the revelation for me is the submission. Again, regular readers will know that I am very into being a sexual submissive, at least with my man to man experiences, and that I enjoy it quite a bit. I haven’t really understood it, but I enjoy it and didn’t think too much about it. I’m not ashamed of it, although if I think about it I can get a little self conscious about it. After all it isn’t what men are supposed to do, and I am not submissive in the rest of my personality…I don’t want people to think that I am a pansy of a man just because I like to give up control of myself to someone else for a little torture and humiliation and abuse from time to time.
Back to the revelation…It struck me that my hunger for submission really is an issue that I am trying to work through from my own childhood. I had parents who were emotionally checked out. One a clinically depressed hoarder and the other somewhere on the Autism spectrum. I had a brother also on the spectrum along with being a hoarder too with other issues of his own. The result was that I didn’t get a whole lot of attention or support or much growing up. I also had virtually no rules other than that I couldn’t do drugs or drink. In spite of that I was a very well behaved child who created his own boundaries and his own structure as a method of survival.
Now I am an adult in a safe and caring environment but I struggle on a daily basis with my boundaries, with opening up to people, with accepting love, and a few other odds and ends of hang ups. I have realized now that my interest in submission is a hunger for boundaries, and hunger for someone to take ownership of me and to care for and protect me. As children (and me as an adult) we don’t like rules and we rebel against them. Even though we rebel against them they provide us (at least implicitly) with structure, boundaries and the idea that someone cares about us enough to establish parameters for our lives.
My subconscious brain conflates the submission to someone else with the establishing of those boundaries. Further, in my fantasies the person who I submit to always does the things that I want to have done, showing that in the fantasy at least, that they really know me, or somehow understand me in a deep and visceral way. They are really giving me what I want and hunger for without me having to ask for it. And in submission, either in fantasy or reality, I am opening myself up and making myself physically vulnerable in a way that I almost never do in the rest of my life. I crave that openness and people who will take my vulnerability and treat it gently and with love. I don’t trust almost anyone with my heart and soul, but I will trust them with my body as the closest I can get to opening up.
It explains a lot to me, and makes a lot of sense…as much as this sort of thing can make sense. Now the question is what can I do with this information in my regular life and my sexual life? I know for one that I can stop wondering about why I like submission, and give myself permission to enjoy it. I can feel comfortable in the knowledge that I no longer feel any guilt or shame in submission because I know it doesn’t come from a place of flaw or male weakness in my soul or character, but from a hole that I am trying to fill. It also gives me an opportunity to see if I can fill that hole in my regular life and thus bring some peace to my soul and some contentment to my existence.