This is a Rant of the Emergency Nym Ranting System
This is only a rant. If this were a true emergency, blood would have been shed.
That said, you can probably guess my mood, and will click on the cut only if it amuses you.
I am sick to fucking death of people using a sexual kink, illness, sexual preference, race, gender, anything in the world as an excuse.
I am tired of dominants who see submission as an excuse for a woman (or man) to be an obnoxious emotionally stunted moron, and who not only accept that behavior, but reward it. To quote from my other comment in male_dom: I'm sick to death of being lumped in with the generic 'delicate fragile flower who needs guidance and is too vulnerable and tender and naive to figure out the difference between her ass and a hole in the ground.'
I am tired of dominants who write giant long treatises about how submissives should be conditioned into proper behavior. I have one word of advice for them. GET A DOG AND LEAVE PEOPLE ALONE.
I am tired of submissives who decree that being submissive means they get the world's best excuse to completely refrain from taking responsibility for their own life. Here's a clue stick -- I don't care if your dominant is God himself, it's your fucking life, and you have to deal with the choices you make. Not him.
I am tired of people who say, 'I have depression/ADD/manic depression/PMS/a pimple on my ass, and thus I should get away with being a whiny obnoxious bitch.' Um, that's a no. No, no, no. Don't tell me how hard it is. I know it's hard. I've done it, ass pimples and all. One measure of your worth as a person is how you deal with the bad hands you're dealt. If you're trying to convince me that you don't have to take responsibility for your actions due to some mental illness, you lose every last fragment of my respect.
I am tired of people who think you shouldn't expect much of people, dominant, submissive, male, female, whatever.
I expect a whole lot of people. I expect them to be sane, to be rational, to see their problems and want to fix them, to be intelligent, and to be NOT TWITS.
I am, as you can guess, often disappointed.
That said, you can probably guess my mood, and will click on the cut only if it amuses you.
I am sick to fucking death of people using a sexual kink, illness, sexual preference, race, gender, anything in the world as an excuse.
I am tired of dominants who see submission as an excuse for a woman (or man) to be an obnoxious emotionally stunted moron, and who not only accept that behavior, but reward it. To quote from my other comment in male_dom: I'm sick to death of being lumped in with the generic 'delicate fragile flower who needs guidance and is too vulnerable and tender and naive to figure out the difference between her ass and a hole in the ground.'
I am tired of dominants who write giant long treatises about how submissives should be conditioned into proper behavior. I have one word of advice for them. GET A DOG AND LEAVE PEOPLE ALONE.
I am tired of submissives who decree that being submissive means they get the world's best excuse to completely refrain from taking responsibility for their own life. Here's a clue stick -- I don't care if your dominant is God himself, it's your fucking life, and you have to deal with the choices you make. Not him.
I am tired of people who say, 'I have depression/ADD/manic depression/PMS/a pimple on my ass, and thus I should get away with being a whiny obnoxious bitch.' Um, that's a no. No, no, no. Don't tell me how hard it is. I know it's hard. I've done it, ass pimples and all. One measure of your worth as a person is how you deal with the bad hands you're dealt. If you're trying to convince me that you don't have to take responsibility for your actions due to some mental illness, you lose every last fragment of my respect.
I am tired of people who think you shouldn't expect much of people, dominant, submissive, male, female, whatever.
I expect a whole lot of people. I expect them to be sane, to be rational, to see their problems and want to fix them, to be intelligent, and to be NOT TWITS.
I am, as you can guess, often disappointed.