Please note: This post contains references to my personal sexuality and sexual practices. The post that it links to, even more so. Family members and others who don’t want to read that, now would be a good time to disembark.
I have a new piece up on the Blowfish Blog. It’s called Not Going There, and it’s about why I don’t want to do certain kinds of edgy role-playing sex scenes — and how, in the process of figuring that out, I got a lot more sympathy for people who don’t want to be “good, giving and game” about milder kinds of kinky play. Here’s the teaser:
But there are some roles that I either don’t have in me — or that I don’t want to tap into if I do. I don’t want to find my inner Nazi, or my inner slave-owner. If I have one, I don’t want to get to know it. I don’t want to make friends with it. And I really don’t want to get off on it. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with people who do, any more than I think there’s anything wrong with me for getting off on my inner martyred doormat or my inner sadistic bitch. I just don’t want to go there.
And it suddenly occurred to me:
I bet this is how men who don’t want to spank women feel.
To find out more, check out the rest of the piece. Enjoy!