Thursday 7 November 2013

We spend our entire lives learning what is “ugly”; letting others tell us what is taboo, what is strange, what is bad, and what is just plain wrong. We learn to develop a set of rose colored glasses to make all of the bad things look ‘normal’. We learn to hide from certain things, and the worst part is that we don’t even know why we do this, we only know that if we are not afraid of what everyone else is afraid of, then we are not human.

It is tempting to take the easy route, and even the bravest of us all, wears the rose colored glasses sometimes. But what happens when they don’t?

What happens when the rose colored glasses come off? When the rose colored glasses come off we see the world in a raw form. At first all we will see is the disgust and shame of abnormality, but only because that is what we have been told that we will see. We will question every statement that we hear and we will think of a million reasons that what we see is wrong, but excuses will only get us so far.

Once you run out of reasons why it is wrong to express yourself in submission to a woman you adore, you begin to think of reasons why it feels so right. You let it marinate in your mind and you let it settle in your heart. You will begin to realize the certain things about the world that you can see evidence of even with the rose colored glasses on.

Some people hate themselves for it, and some people hate the others around them for not being able to see it too. But no matter how you feel, you won’t be able to truthfully deny that the ugly images that have now engraved themselves in your mind and the deviant ways of your heart feel more right than anything you have ever felt. When the rose colored glasses come off, you will find diamonds among the rubble and you can’t deny that some of the things that are said to be wrong, are just so damn beautiful.

–Miss Ari ^_^

Wednesday 9 October 2013

I seldom wear panties with tights, and if I do, I often wear them over the tights, not under.

Friday 27 September 2013

“Oh, Kinate, it makes me blush when your man looks at me like that! Can I sit on his face?”

Asian stereotypes are funny; especially when they are so very wrong. The funniest stereotype that I have heard so far is that Asian women are submissive…

What?

At first I assumed that this was simply a lie that got very far out of hand, but when you ask people their reason for this way of thinking, they will almost always explain something along the lines of Eastern Asian women are submissive because they have so many shy characteristics. I was talking to a Caucasian friend of mine when I finally realized that this was simply a false correlation.

Because in American culture, woman + shy = submissive.

In America, shy is “having or showing nervousness or timidity in the company of other people.” American shy is afraid to be in a leader position. American shy is docile and submissive to anyone who is more ‘outgoing’ than them. American shy is a bad thing, and there are even classes that you can take to get rid of shyness. Asian shyness is not the same kind of shyness.

We will use Japanese for an example of Asian shyness. In Japan, shy is not timid, shy is polite. Shy is being conservative in manner until you are more acquainted with the person. Shy is thinking about what you are going to say before you say it instead of rudely talking over other people in a conversation. Asian shy is not American shy.

A Japanese mans online dating profile may include that he is looking for a shy woman. He will say that shy women are more desirable because shy is a sign that the woman is very educated, sophisticated, and intelligent. This is not at all what an American man would mean if he said the same thing.

Now I am not saying that every Asian woman is not shy, because i do not now every Asian woman, but if i were doing the stereo typing, you would be surprised at what i would say. First of all i would say that Asian women are dominant by tradition. I would proceed to explain a traditional set up of a Japanese marriage. On the outside what you would see is that the man makes the most money in the household. But if you were ever able to see the inside of a Japanese marriage, you would see that the mans money goes into one bank account that the woman controls. The woman manages all of the finances and gives her husband an allowance to go out drinking with his friends after a hard day of work. The woman decides how the children are raised, where the children go to school and what they will study. The woman of the house control the household.

It is humorously matriarchal in a country that is supposed to be a patriarchy. Keep in mind that these women are all considered ‘shy’. It may resemble the type of shyness that we so despise here in America but it is not the same at all. American shy is looked down upon and seen as submissive. Asian shy is classy and dominant.

 –Miss Ari ^_^

Friday 10 May 2013

It is hard to find people that just like to talk. If you talk about sex to a parent, they begin to think that you are sexually active; If you talk about sex to a partner, they begin to think that you want to be sexually active; If you talk about sex to the person sitting next to you on the bullet train, they begin to think you have some form of mental disease and they run away screaming.
I guess it’s just another thing that I don’t understand. Why are people so self conscious about sexuality? Why can’t we just talk?

I think FemDom fixes this a little bit. I have no clue who decided that women were not supposed to think that they are sexy, but every woman in a female led relationship (that I’ve met) don’t think this way. Women are sensual creatures. They can be sexy, hypnotizing, enticing, and frightening all at the same time. And with FemDom, it is not taboo, it’s beautiful. It’s natural.
The first kind of training that I like to do is something I call honesty training. (More on that later :p). This is basically breaking down the barrier of conversation. I want to know all of his fantasies, his fears, all of his experiences, all of his hatreds, and his loves. I want to know so that he can witness me accepting him.

But even people who want to talk sometimes aren’t exactly the best conversationalists. Some of the dominant women that I talk to so deeply believe in their way of doing things that they won’t listen or even consider another’s opinion. it’s terrible thing. Because everyone has something worth listening to.

What if we spoke about our sexual preferences as if it was some other topic, such as the weather? What if we discussed bondage like it was one of Sigmund Freud’s theories? What if you walked into a bar and the men sitting on the stools were discussing their hosiery fetish? (I’m just a dreamer, I guess).

I haven’t found someone decent to talk to yet, but i’ll never stop looking for someone that will know what I mean when I ask, Can We Just Talk?

–Miss Ari ^_^