Sticky Pistil

di certe cose.

Moon and Venus conjunction

— Sophie Heawood  (via brosetta-stone)

I honestly think one reason men in western culture have so many problems is that we don’t let them cry, and literally their brains get stuffed with all this crap that doesn’t have a release valve. Men, please cry. You’ll feel better. It’s ok. You are not lesser for taking care of your health.

Happy tears are structurally different than sad tears than angry tears than overwhelmed tears etc.

And you cry with relief.

Fuel the pyre of your enemies

— Hélène Cixous, from Rootprints: Memory and Life Writing; “The Story of the Wolf who loves the Lamb he does not Eat,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

I much prefer the wolf himself.

I preface this by saying I don’t dislike bratty subs. I love you little chaos monsters. You’re wonderful. But as I’ve gotten older and been able to make firm, vicious control just a tool in the box, and not the centerpiece of what I am as a dom, I have started to untangle that sadism and the control from each other. Which isn’t to say either of them are diminished, more of… distilled. More focused. I don’t chase that game of resistance leading to retaliation leading to submission anymore. I mean, time and place for some push back, obviously, but the idea of that being a constant part of the dynamic doesn’t appeal the way it used to. These days I am drawn, very hard, to a form of submission that takes exuberant joy in the act of giving itself over to me. Not because they’re afraid, or because they’re a masochist–though obviously that can be part of it–, but because they want to make me happy. Surrender as an act of piety, if you will. Do they enjoy being hurt? Do they enjoy doing what they’re told? Do they enjoy the firm handling? Doesn’t matter. They make their most prominent feature the submission itself. They will do everything within their control and personal limits to be a good girl, a useful girl, a pleasing girl, because my pleasure is the end game. Physically or emotionally, they are looking to be pleasing. It creates a reaction I’m just in love with. Given a command, a chance to be used, they bristle with excitement. No push back, no question. “Yes, Sir” with a smile. Maybe you’re about to collar them to a tie point for an hour, torture their sensitive nipples just to hear them whimper while you work an anal hook in deep enough to force them to their tiptoes, or maybe you’re just going to ask them to keep track of how long your tea has been steeping. It doesn’t matter. In their world it’s the same thing. It’s a chance to show you surrender, and more so, how much they love giving you that surrender. What they are capable of when they trust your hand to control their world. Legitimately that very particular, very rare, look in their eyes when they realize you’re about to give them direction is the greatest drug in the whole world.

Pride & Prejudice (2005) dir. by Joe Wright

it was everything I know it could have been.