
Heterodoxy, Issue 3.1
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Reprinted With Permission from Cuir Underground
Copyright (c) 1996 Cuir Underground
From Issue 3.1 - September 1996/October 1996
Heterodoxy
by Lady Green
Coming Clean
Seems I've been doing an awful lot of demystifying lately: analyzing
the undercurrents that run beneath the "power exchange," revealing the
insecurities that lie underneath the facade of dominance (and the
strength that lies underneath the facade of submission), and generally
destroying everybody's cherished illusions.
Well, it's time for a confession. None of that was true. I'm really a
heartless, cold, domineering bitch. All dominants are heartless, cold,
domineering bitches (or bastards, as the case may be). Furthermore,
all submissives are spineless, cowering wimps.
And what's more:
- I am entitled to be a dominant because I am always in complete,
perfect control of my own life. If that control ever wavers, if I
ever prove less than perfect, I will immediately recognize my true
submissive nature and start hunting for a perfect master who will
take over and run things properly.
- My dominant nature is so profound and pure that people should be
glad to serve me. If anybody -- for example, PG&E, the cable
company, or my dentist -- fails to perceive their debt to me, and
is foolish enough to think that I owe them something, that is
merely their own blindness. Fortunately, there are always others
who will compensate for such idiocy by paying for me themselves.
And so they should: dominance as perfect as mine deserves tribute.
(I also think it's very perceptive of Liz, Kiki, Meredith, and the
rest of the folks at Cuir Underground to go to all the trouble of
publishing a whole newspaper simply to give me a forum for my
opinions.)
- Dominants are better than submissives. This is obvious. If we
weren't better, we wouldn't be able to be dominants. Furthermore,
women are better than men, bisexuals are better than monosexuals,
and heavy players are better than light players.
- I have never experienced a moment's hesitation, guilt, concern or
fear as I exert my dominant nature. It is inconceivable to me that
I should ever have such feelings, for if I did, that would be a
sign that I was not a true dominant. Moreover, I know that anybody
who fails to serve me in any way I see fit, and who is not willing
to accept any form of suffering at my hands or at the hands of
anyone I choose, is not a true submissive and is unworthy of my
time and skill.
- Courtesy is for submissives (and, I suppose, for vanilla folk). My
dominant nature entitles me to behave as I please. If I condescend
to be rude to you, you should feel honored: at least you have had
the good fortune to receive my attention at all.
- My submissives' needs are of no concern to me. They are there for
one purpose only: to make my life easier and more pleasant. The
privilege of lurching out of bed during a bout of the flu to drive
across the Bay Bridge at rush hour in order to clean my cat box
should be pleasure enough.
- I never, ever bottom. I was just telling you I did because
switching is so fashionable these days. Everybody knows that a
real dominant never wants to let someone else be in control, or to
feel pain. If I ever felt the slightest desire of that nature, I
would immediately give up domination, since I would obviously be
unworthy to hold a whip.
- SM is not the least bit sexual to me. I am dominant because that
is my true nature, and I cannot be anything else. Expressing that
nature is my only desire, and I would not dream of cheapening it
with sexual interaction, or of losing control by becoming sexually
aroused or -- heaven forbid -- having an orgasm. Sexual arousal
would lessen my power and get in the way of my true dominance.
- I love wearing fetish clothing, especially very, very high heels.
All dominant women do. Teetering around in agony makes us feel
powerful. We only pretend it doesn't because we don't like giving
you what you want.
- It gives me a special thrill deep down inside when some yutz I've
never met addresses me as "Mistress" or throws himself to his
knees at my feet. He is obviously a very special person who is
perceptive enough to recognize my true nature. I don't understand
why everybody doesn't do the same.
- I've never quite understood the concept of "consent." A dominant
is a dominant; it is not in us to seek consent. If I can do
something, and it pleases me to do it, I should do it. To withhold
my desires because some silly person thinks he doesn't want to
conform to them is to deny my true nature.
- I never bother to negotiate, and I never give my partners
safewords. My true dominant nature enables me to ascertain when I
may be doing damage. Not that I care, of course; the privilege of
my attention is certainly worth a few physical or emotional scars,
and there are always more submissives available to someone like
me.
So I hope this relieves my readers' minds, and returns them safely to
the fantasy world that I was pretending to try to yank them out of. Be
sure to read this column next month, when I'll tell you more. I'll
also fill you in on my Nobel Prize, my Vogue cover modeling session,
and my Swiss bank account.
Lady Green is hard at work on her upcoming books The Compleat Spanker
and (with Dossie Easton, as Catherine A. Liszt) The Ethical Slut. Her
company, Greenery Press, publishes these and many other books on
introductory and advanced SM and related sexualities. For more
information, send a self-addressed stamped envelope to 3739 Balboa
Ave. #195, San Francisco, CA 94121, or e-mail her at verdant@crl.com.
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