Two things: I’ve had a few people wonder where my blogging went, and, my fiance will post his responses to rather intriguing messages every now and again on his own journal. Regarding the first — I’ve been really busy; hope you’re enjoying the Podcast. And for the latter, I give you the following from a basic spam-message off CollarMe.com — the sender being a ‘TV/TS slave on female hormones’ looking to be ‘sincerely owned and irreversibly feminised for real’. (That last part is said about 4 other times throughout the entire message. Not kidding.)

So. The following was my response:

[name given],

Okay, hang on — I didn’t get it the first four times. You’re looking to be owned and irreversibly feminised? For real?

Just messing with you. But I do have to wonder if you didn’t simply C&P that sentence all over the place. Not that it doesn’t get your point across; it does. Of course, the whole email is C&P and impersonal. But as a psychosexual therapist, I have to wonder what’s brought you to the point of seeking ‘irreversible feminisation for real’ anyway. That’s the psychological equivalent of wanting to go into the kitchen, take a butcher knife, and chop your own dick off. (Ouch.) These things don’t happen suddenly; they’re fueled by a lifetime of situations and circumstances leading one to dislike and wish to disassociate with their own sex so much that they seek total obliteration.

So, before you go gung-ho on a website like CollarMe.com, seeking relocation and ‘real-time Mistresses’ who will ‘own’ and ‘irreversibly feminise’ you, you’ve got to ask yourself — what brought you here in the first place?

People in the TS community may not like this, but here’s a bit of scientific reality, brought to us via evolutionary biology. When the mind-blowing combination of sperm and ovum that brought you here created zygote then fetus, your male genetic destiny was irreversibly born into being. (This is why I chortle especially at your insistence of ‘irreversibility’. Since once it happens, it ISN’T reversible.)

As many popular celebrities, public figures, plastic surgeons, scientists — and even your own stylist –have shown us, the body is a very malleable thing, capable of great customisation. We can be born brunette but transformed into a blonde, 200 pounds overweight and magically made into a size zero — all with the skilled use of chemicals, a knife, and some diagramming.

Now, there IS no such thing as a ‘blonde brain’, despite all of the timeless blonde jokes throughout our society’s history — but a male brain? Female brain? You bet your cock, there is. And changing it? No.

Now, here’s where it gets even more dicey. (more…)

Think your man wants to fuck you and only you? That no matter how devoted to you, how submissive he is, how much of a true slave he is to you, that yours is the only pussy he wants?

Think again.

So, it’s been an interesting day, to say the least. After a particularly insightful discussion with an old friend about a surprisingly common problem, Mister P and I decided to Podcast on the timeless battle of the sexes; more specifically, sexuality.

His take on it is not something with which I’ve been unfamiliar — but no less find troubling. See, he always wants a new partner. Regardless of what’s going on around him, if there’s new pussy to be had, by God, he wants it! He says all men are oriented this way due to pure biology. Now, the reasons why he doesn’t go out and fulfill those apparently natural drives and instincts is due to the consequences it would involve.

Women, on the other hand, don’t crave strange cock — most of the time. We can be satisfied with the cock we know gets the job done; especially if it happens to be attached to a dear friend of ours, and someone we have a great affection for. This doesn’t factor in with men, and quite frankly, they don’t get this about us. Meanwhile, the knowledge that they’re always imagining and desiring a new sex partner — which, quite obviously, isn’t you anymore — is hardly comforting.

I hate to say it, but it really, really does remind me of one of my favourite romantic comedies. (Not to spoil it for anyone, because it really is worth the watch, but it turns out that men and women are not so easily defined, and men are not always on the constant search for ‘new cow’ — just, watch the film to get the reference.)

So, what Mister P is telling me is that it’s true. After they’ve had us once — just once — and the thrill of the new conquest has abated, a part of them is off and running to the next. Upon just a single sexual encounter, he’s already bored of fucking you.

Charming.

Naturally, I asked him: ‘if there’s no guarantee then, that a man will not just up and fuck up and fulfill his constant need for strange one day, then wouldn’t it make sense that the only way it could be guaranteed is if his woman locks his cock up?’

He blinked for a moment, and then responded (almost hesitantly): ‘ … Yes.’

‘Interesting.’

And there you have it. The battle of the sexes rages on, and the next Podcast episode will be our latest contribution to the eternal war. We haven’t even begun it, and I can already tell you, it’s gonna be one to remember.

By the way … anyone have any suggestions for good, comfortable, solid and reliable chastity devices? I may be in the market for one very soon.

Check back for the next Podcast episode.

So, my favourite socio-pundit, Blanche Black, is at it again. This time quoting Sherry Argov. You may remember her. She’s the chick who believed so heartily that women love bitches that she wrote a book on it. Zoom. Best-seller. At that point, she realised that love wasn’t enough for the fairer populous. No, no. If that love doesn’t come with a price-tag — typically with diamonds (and don’t get me started on why that in itself is insanity) accompanied by wedding bells, it’s just not bringing it home. Of course, Argov couldn’t stop there, so she presented to the world this past summer her magnum opus: Why Men MARRY Bitches.

Oh, dear, christ. How can I ever hope to express the full extent of my conflict over this?

Because:

A) It’s largely true — and it works.

B) It shouldn’t. It really, really shouldn’t.

See, I’m rather living proof of this, since my mother’s earliest lessons involved manipulating men. I was too young to realise that it was … well, kinda wrong, and that the world didn’t really work that way. (I know. Funny coming from a domme, isn’t it?) The truth is, I don’t believe in either (or any) sex being superior to the other. Both genders have strengths and weaknesses. Really, they fit together quite neatly, once you get past the cosmic joke of all the internal conflict. And even that’s not true in every case. Quite honestly, dominant women and submissive men get on very well in tandem. So long as they both remember to respect and appreciate each other.

But … it doesn’t seal the deal.

Nope.

Sad, that in this day and age, we have to look at tying the knot as a business transaction, but really, isn’t no different from any other sales conversion. You’ve each convinced the other that you’re worth the contractual agreement, because of your fancy advertising or dollars poured into market research, so you sign on the dotted line. It’s true that men don’t marry nice girls. Nope. They marry bitches. They like nice girls. They enjoy nice girls bringing them coffee and sharing their office space. Cleaning up their desk and ensuring that the blinds are open when they come in and closed when they leave. They probably even appreciate those women who take the time and effort to make their lives a little easier, to see that they feel supported, valued, and loved.

But do they seal the deal with a nice women?

Natch. (more…)