The Story of J

This is my diary.

These are my words, thoughts, feelings, sucesses, failures, desires and fears.

This is my life.

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Thursday, November 29, 2007

My Life: Through her eyes

I had my last class tonight. I couldn't get out of the classroom fast enough. With the exception of a couple of papers due next week, I am completely finished with the classroom portion of my degree. Only my internship and a project stands between me and my degree. I'd celebrate this weekend but I got papers to finish and the kitchen downstairs is driving me insane. We have entirely too much shit in there and I am feeling generous. I have a ton of stuff to give to the salvation army and at last count we had over 20 coffee cups. There are 3 people here.

Any who
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In my practicum class we had to counsel each other with a real problem that we were having in our lives and then present to the class about our sessions with the person we counseled. My classmate counseled me on time management. With the exception of her soft voice, she is a very effective counselor. She presented her case on me to the class which was no biggie. I was at the sessions so I knew what she was going to say. But her recommendations are what kinda took me back. She said that I spent my whole day catering to other people and spent very little of my day on myself. She suggested that I take one part of my day and do something for myself, completely and selfishly. I didn't really think I had spent my day doing things for other people until she ran down a typical day for me and I was dumbfounded. In a single day the only time I really spend doing my own thing is checking email and sleeping. She also said I needed to take better care of myself, which I have known for a while. I have neglected myself since I have been back in school and I am really looking forward to having a more steady schedule in the upcoming months and being able to do the things I really want to do. I hate that I feel guilty when I want to do something for myself rather than someone else but I need to learn to not let that rule me as much in the future. Especially when after a conversation with my momma the other night I realized that many people in my life don't appreciate the time I give them. My best friend said I am getting soft. Blah.

But all in all I am taking my classmate's words to heart and will try to incorporate more "me-time" into my life.

As soon as I finish with that kitchen...

Saturday, November 24, 2007

Black Friday

So I got up at the ass crack of dawn to fight off a bunch of crazed mothers in Target to get Christmas gifts. I believe this is the first time, ever, that I have gotten most of my Christmas shopping done before the week before Christmas. I am soo proud of myself.

After a while of shopping I gave M a call and went over to his house. He had just gotten off work so we laid on the couch and took a nap together. I love taking naps with him. I love having someone to sleep next to. We spent most of the afternoon between naps and trying to solve episodes of Law and Order before the detectives. As we were laying on the sofa he reached his hands around my neck and started to choke me. Nothing really new or different about that but this time when I touched his hands like I normally do when I feel my air going out he didn't let go. In fact I got panicky. He scared me. Then he did it again. I really enjoyed it despite how scared I had gotten. I guess even though he didn't let go when I touched his hands I knew he would let go eventually. The level of trust that I have with him amazes me some days. But if anything it helps me to realize that I am not as jaded and distrusting as I sometimes like to think I am. It's a good feeling. I feel like a growing.

So I had a good black Friday. Go me.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

A Dream Deferred...


What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

A Dream Deferred - By Langston Hughes

So what exactly does happen to a dream deferred? I don't know but I suppose I will soon find out. I just got a call not long ago that my uncle is backing out of his offer to co-sign for an apartment for me. His financial advisor told him not to. So I have ran out of options and my dream of being able to move out has died...at least for now. It's really upsetting because I have been saving up to move for nearly a year now. My only plan now is to just commute to my new job for the next six months. My professor gave me the contact information of a place to help me get the fraudulent credit items off my report and clean up the couple of credit cards I still owe on. I could move to a cheaper area of town but being a single woman, I don't want to move somewhere I don't feel safe. I am really disappointed that my uncle would offer and then back out. But as I always say, "And this too...shall pass.." So I guess I'll work this out and hopefully have things set so I can get a place after graduation. I suppose I should be thankful that I do have a car that is reliable and can get me from point A to point B with ease and parents who have allowed me to live at home rent-free. God this sucks and I really feel like crying but I am at work and I hate for these heifers to see me down.

I guess I can afford that remote starter for my car now...

Sunday, November 18, 2007

Liar, Liar

I made a trip out of town this weekend to go look at apartments again. I now have 3 finalists and by the grace of God, my Uncle has offered to co-sign on my lease. So tomorrow I will be filling out paper work and hoping for the best. I had dinner with my POC group and it was rather nice. We had a pretty decent turn out. The group founder was irritated at the fact that certain people who said that they were coming decided to back out at the last minute. Another group in town was having a demo and play party. Dinner at a sandwich shop or play party? Hmm the choice seems rather obvious. Sometimes I wish she would stop getting so bent out of shape over people who don't show up. I honestly think that it turns people off. In fact I have been told so. I made a stop by the Cheesecake Factory and grabbed a piece of cheesecake and headed back to my hotel. I rode by the party but from the number of cars in the parking lot, it looked rather dull. I sat in bed and watched TV and talked to M. for the rest of the night. I am also now hooked on this show called A Shot at Love with Tila Tequila. I know..I know...

The next morning I had planned to go to the mall and look at boots but I really wanted in a mall mood so I headed down the high way home. I had sent a message to A. earlier last week to ask him to meet me for lunch so we could finally tie up the loose ends and he told me that he was going to a football game in Georgia. I rode by his apartment and lo and behold, his car was sitting out front. I started to leave but I decided today I would speak my piece. I went and knocked on his door and he came out and looked startled to see me there. I asked him how the game was and he said that it was good. I asked if he even went and he said yes and that he had driven back last night. I find that soo hard to believe. So I asked him why he had mentioned wanting to talk and then started ignoring my calls. He said it was because he had nothing to say. I stood in the door and looked at him for a good minute or two and told him that he was liar and how sorry I was for defending his name to the group when they said he was thief and a liar. I looked at him and instantly got disgusted. This man had challenged my commitment to the lifestyle and my submission on more occasions than I could count. He stood in his door the same way he did when he stood me up for our lunch date...like he was afraid. He said we would talk soon and I just shook my head and turned to leave. I wasn't mad at him...I was mad at myself for wasting time on someone who obviously didn't deserve it. He apologized sometime during the conversation but the words were so empty. He would have been better off saying nothing. I never lied to him. I didn't have a reason. It feels like that double standard exists. Subs are supposed to be open and expressive but the Dom can keep secrets and tell lies. Besides, who would punish them if they did anyway? I guess I had to see it, to look him in the eyes. I asked him if he didn't want to talk why did he lie. He said he does want to talk. ARGH! Why do these men have no balls? I can't understand it. And why do I meet them? I will never understand the need to lie. Especially in this lifestyle. Isn't that our whole basis? Truth and honesty? It drives me nuts. When I don't want to talk to someone I just tell them. Maybe he was scared of me. That kinda makes me giggle. *best lil girl smile*

But I decided to just move on. I deleted his number and messenger id and email. Out of sight...out of mind. I guess I tied the loose ends after all. And people wonder why I am the way I am. They are not all like this. I know so....I hope so...

All I can do is vent and pray.

Vent and pray.

Friday, November 16, 2007

3 a.m.

It's 3 am and I am up.

In fact I am wide awake. On a school night! And even worst, I have no reason to be up this late.

My brain is in overdrive and won't settle down to let me sleep. Something told me to pick up some Tylenol PM when I was in Walmart. I have been trying to keep up with school, go apartment hunting, pack, keep up with friends, catch up with old friends, schedule other misc things in my life and try to understand stupid people. I fear I am spending more time with the stupid people than I should.

I need a good fucking. Or spanking. Or both. At the same time. Hmmm...

I am gonna go and lay in bed and pretend like I am in class. I should be out in 5 mins.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Aftercare

This article was posted to one of the Yahoo groups that I belong to and I really enjoyed it so here is the article and my response to it:


AFTERCARE


http://www.steel-door.com/aftercare.htm

Affectionate care and attention following any type of traumatic or mentally challenging event.

D/s relationships are engaged with a passion and intensity that are often so strong that they can strip away at the barriers and defenses that we normally use to protect ourselves from exactly those extremes. To 'feel' that intensity means that we are not 'as safe'. To some extent we have stepped across our own thresholds of security and exposed some or all parts of our inner selves to the scrutiny and possible damage of others.

Scening can or may be seen as a compromise between what the submissive is seeking or desiring and how close to achieving those desires the Dominant's own fears will allow them to go. This is a stretching in 'both' directions. Both the Dominant and the submissive often venture into areas they have never gone before. These areas can test their inner strength and resolve, their will and compassion. To retain 'personal integrity' or a belief in ourselves we have to stay within the 'codes' that we live by and believe in. In learning about ourselves we often test these codes to see if they are indeed 'our' codes or codes we have simply adopted by rote at some point along the way.

The road to 'emerging' as a Dominant or submissive is filled with these kinds of moral and ethical choices and the contradictions and apparent paradoxes that they present. Reconciling these contradictions and forming 'true' choices of who we are and what lines are inviolate within the self is a process that takes years and perhaps the entirety of our lives to discover fully.

When we 'expose' ourselves to another human being there is an expressed obligation by both people to refrain from injury or damage, offer solace, nurturing and care until that sense of exposure recedes. We call this period of time 'aftercare'. Most often we associate this term with the time frame immediately following a 'scene'. However, this term is equally applicable at many other points and times and many times is not associated with BDSM or D/s at all. Essentially it is an 'understood' promise that should exist prior to anyone agreeing to engage in any type of relationship. Often it is overlooked or ignored as an 'incidental'. The concentration or focus of many people appears to be on the action 'events' such as any and all forms of BDSM or sexual interaction that may and in many cases will occur as part of the relationship. Minimizing the importance of aftercare is a mistake. Aftercare is a period of necessary 'recovery'. This is a fundamental recovery of the self into a form competent and 'safe' to independently interact with other people.

Some aspects of BDSM trigger responses much like intoxication. The ability of the brain to rationalize or make important or serious decisions may be seriously impaired for a substantial period of time after an event or scene. Scening can and sometimes does summon up long hidden memories, feelings, emotions and traumas that the individual has kept safe behind the barrier wall or mental defense system that during a scene may suddenly no longer exist. We maintain these walls through diverting a portion of our mental energy to them at all times. In periods of low stress this constant trickle of energy is negligible. In periods of high mental activity the brain diverts energy toward activities which take precedence. Managing a BDSM scene will often become an activity of such precedencial choice. When this occurs the brain is no longer sustaining the wall and it may simply vanish, exposing what is behind it.

We maintain personal barriers and walls of defense to protect ourselves from things we know but perhaps have serious trouble dealing with. An example of this would be an automobile accident. Some portion of the brain does 'know' and fully experienced all that occurred during the accident or 'event'. The extremes of the experience may be so great that a self protective determining factor inside the brain decides that it is 'unhealthy' for the cognizant areas of the brain to experience this event through memory loops over and over again. At that point this determining factor selectively places this event in a 'safe area' or behind one of the brains natural mental barriers or walls.

Should one of these 'events' become exposed then the individual may re-experience the event. It is vital to remember that these hidden events were considered to be potentially damaging when the real event occurred so much so that the brain took active steps to protect the individual from them. Supporting and assuring the person who has re-experienced one of these events that they are 'safe' is profoundly important. The new 'information' may be of a nature that they do have great difficulty coping with it and in some cases they may need good professional assistance from a qualified therapist.

Normal aftercare occurring without such an exposure is often the simple nurturing of one human to another. The support and protection of and from revealed intimacies and aiding and assisting in rebuilding the former protective walls, barriers or defenses. These protective mental measures appear to rebuild naturally as a simple part of how the brain functions and manages over a period of time. That time frame will vary with the individual and with the intensity of the experience itself. Aftercare in its most simple form is just being there with your partner for a sufficient time period that they feel safe and no longer feel the need to cling to you. It is equally important to recognize that aftercare is for both the Dominant and the submissive. If either person leaves too soon then their partner may feel abandonment or loss far exceeding the apparent parameters of the interaction.

It is also important to recognize that aftercare may be a serious factor when a relationship ends and especially when that ending is through the choice of one person and not the other. To some extent it remains the obligation of the person who makes that choice to extend aftercare support in a form agreeable to the person who has not made that choice until they have reached a point where they feel emotionally less devastated or more able to cope with the changed aspects of their life. In these days of acrimonious breakups it is common to act without dignity or respect for yourself and for the person whom you have engaged in a serious relationship with. This type of attack damages everyone involved and is seldom decent but most often reflects cowardly and selfish actions.



Response:

I am huge proponent for aftercare. It's one of those topics that people drill into a wall but I so rarely see it occur. Even worst I have seen the effects of when it doesn't happen, in myself and others. I loved the fact that the author made mention of the fact that aftercare isn't always something that happens just after a scene. The topic of aftercare really makes me think about my experience at Black Beat. I saw some of the most intense scenes I have ever seen in person. I remember one particular submissive was beat to the point that she had bleeding welts. I am not a squeamish person but it was very difficult for me to look at them but I couldn't help but offer her some minor first aid. The thought still makes me shiver. I watched her on and off for the rest of the evening and from my own point of view, her dominant didn't seem interested in her. I didn't see him touch her once. I went over to inquire about her health and asked for the antiseptic cream back and the look he gave me made me shuffle my ass across the dungeon in record speed. Now I figure, she might be just find with it, I just couldn't imagine being in her place. Now on the flip side of that, the same night (I think...nights ran together that weekend) Indigo came to me and asked about how I was doing after the scene from the previous night. Now I was perfectly fine but her concern made me bubble inside. That and the fact that she stroked my cheek with a satin gloves. I have found that I have a strong attraction to people who understand the value of aftercare. I have had several intense scenes but the ones I remember the most are the ones that are followed by a period of rest and caressing. My friend G is amazing when it comes to aftercare. He was probably one of the first Doms who ever really stressed the importance of it to me. He sat with me for well over 2 hours after one of the most amazing scenes I have ever had. I have been following him like a lost puppy since then. LOL I don't know about anyone else but I tend to feel like during a scene that my mind is outside of my body. I have never been drunk but I hear its a similar feeling. There is nothing like coming back to consciousness and having the first thought on your mind being, "I did what? With who? And everyone saw it?" (I'm shy) And when the person you were playing with has left it leaves you with that one night stand feeling. Like you are cheap... I find this especially true when I do heavy humiliation scenes.
Aftercare is way more mental than it is physical. If I haven't learned anything over the years I have learned that much. But what I think the most important part of the article was is the point that aftercare is essential after a relationship ends. I have a personal pet peeve with this. I have been in several relationships where my Dom decided that he didn't wanted to be in the relationship and left. There was no transition or time to adjust the new status of being single and without someone to answer to. I have had several intense feelings of abandonment, depressive feelings, and a general feeling like I was used. Many Dom/mes take the time to make and mold a submissive into the person they wish them to be and then when the end comes they up and walk away with no reassurance or support. This lifestyle offers some of the most intense feelings and emotions I have ever experienced in my life. I have exposed myself to Doms throughout my journey and I think that they tend to forget that these relationships are like scenes. Its the same give and take...just extended outside of the dungeon and beyond a few hours. I also find aftercare to be important for the Dominant. I find this a bit difficult because many Dominants don't seem to require much and I am not sure what to do. I ask but I guess I feel like I should already "know". It kinda seems silly but its an honest feeling.

Aftercare includes a million and one things. It's talking, touching, caresses, offering drink and food, a blanket, a compliment, reassurance, first-aid, etc. There is really no one size fits all philosophy to it but I am sure that everyone needs it. I think its something that should be discussed and practiced more frequently.

My favorite quote from the article is: "Aftercare in its most simple form is just being there with your partner for a sufficient time period that they feel safe and no longer feel the need to cling to you."

That just summed up my whole response in one sentence. LOL


Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Conferences and Confusion

I finally have a minute to sit and write. Last week I took a trip to Tampa FL for a counseling conference. It was the first plane ride for a couple of my classmates so the trip there was comical at least. I tried not to laugh at their fears but by the time the return trip came around you would have thought they had been doing this for years. Tampa was nothing short of gorgeous. They must ban poor people on the side of town we were on because I didn't see a hoopty insight. I even saw a Lamborghini for the first time in person. I had to touch it. I hope they didn't dust for fingerprints. LOL The hotel was very lovely. Expensive but lovely. The first night we met up with some other students and had dinner at the Cheesecake Factory. My roommate complained about the food. Actually she complained the whole weekend. She was a bit of downer. She was also upset that the guy she has been sleeping with for the past month completely ignored her in public. Not sure why she still stays with him. Maybe its not for me to understand. The conference was well...a conference. Nothing much to report. I was terribly bored during most of it. I found the networking to be the most exciting part. I am steady on the job search. We went to this great bar one night and my roommates guy pal bought us drinks all night. I thought it was really sweet of him to do that. She said that he told her that he did it because it would look funny if he only bought her one. They played great music and a white girl asked me to dance. When I got back to the booth my classmate asked why I danced with a woman. I smiled at her and said "Hun, I went to a white school. That's what we do". She was satisfied with that answer, much to my own amazement. I had several arguments with the hotel manager the night before we left. First my hotel room didn't get cleaned until 6 that evening and I spent more time than I liked translating into Spanish to the maid what I needed her to do. I left my room and returned to find that the trash had no been emptied. the floor had not been vacuumed, and there was an empty, dirty glass still on my night stand. The head housekeeper came up and said that we were supposed to put the large trash outside of the room. She said that she would be back shortly to clean what the other lady had missed. An hour passed so I took everything that was dirty and tossed it into the hallway. I went downstairs later that night to buy a t-shirt for my momma and my card was declined. I checked my bank account to find that the hotel had charged $1200 to it. I went to the front desk and inquired about the charge. I was then told that since the school's credit card had bounced that mine was charged. I tried to get him to remove the charge, since it wasn't my bill to pay but he refused to do so until he got another card for payment. By then it was 8:30 and the bank was closing its phone line at 9. I got so irritated that I banged my fists on the desk and startled not only the manager but my classmates. They told me afterward they had never seen me so angry. I called my supervisor and she called me back and put it on her card. Have I mentioned how much I love her lately? All in all the trip was nice. It has its ups and downs but I would love to make the trip again, this time for leisure. I'd go to another hotel though.

This week has been a little stressful. It's coming up on the end of the semester and it seems like everything is due at once. I really need a couple days off to rest and catch up. I am behind in my schoolwork. But unfortunately my supervisor needs alot of help and my search to find her someone to replace me at the end of the semester has been very disappointing. I can't imagine leaving her in less than capable hands. I adore her so much its almost sickening. LOL So I have tried to do what I can, when I can, how I can. I have also been battling with the credit bureaus over incorrect data on my report. I am afraid that I won't find an apartment with my low credit score. I wish I had got to work on this months ago so I wouldn't fall into this hole. The fear of not being able to move out is absolutely depressing. I am so desperate for Independence that I find I go out of town almost every weekend. That and my search for something new and exciting. I need a change in my life but I don't know what. I figure graduation will be the gateway to all things new and exciting. At least I hope so. There are several job opportunities out there. I have been seriously considering Orpheus' offer to move to California. I asked my momma what she thought of the idea of me moving out there and she told me to go see the world. I found that to be really encouraging. It's such a big offer though... However, people's feelings tend to change about things within a matter of months. So we'll see. I have also seen an amazing fellowship opportunity here in NC as well as heard of job openings in Louisiana and Florida. It feels great to be able to say I can go just about anywhere and find an job. Its also daunting. The next few months are going to be interesting to say the least.

Well its late and I gotta get up and do guess what...homework.

Thursday, November 01, 2007

Sex, Lies and Myspace

So when I started out the day I was in a pretty good mood considering my lack of sleep lately. The pills I have been on have made me very ill on the stomach thus making it hard for me to sleep at night. I am glad I won't have to be on them for much longer. I went to work and was greeted by one of my work study students who informed me that she would only be at work for an hour until she had to go meet her adviser. No biggie, I figured she would be gone 20-30 minutes tops. She let me know before she left that she would be gone for the rest of the day. I gritted my teeth and let her go. I am about to petition my boss to fire her anyway. Work started to pile up on my desk so I was happy to hear that I had another student coming in later. This bitch came in with a better one. She would only be at work for 20 minutes! By then I was livid. This week is Homecoming week. I get it. I did the homecoming thing in undergrad too but they still had a job to do. I still have work that needs to be done. But its ok because next week I am working their little asses off. Funny thing is, that kinda excites me a bit. Sadistic? Maybe. Then my classmates came in wanting my help with an assignment that I was trying to finish up at the same time. I finally got frustrated and left early. I picked up Momma from work and she asked to use my car to run an errand. (God when will these 30 days be over?) She got back 5 minutes before class and oh, did I mention my printer didn't work? So I had to rush to school and print my assignment which was less than what I was hoping for. I hate turning in crappy work. So today was frustrating to say the least.

This evening I sat down to the computer and got on myspace to check the messages I got. I started browsing the site and noted that T (A's girl) had collared a 17 year old girl. Now their shit isn't my business but does raise a big issue in me. I remember her telling me she had met a girl who was 17 (which still doesn't sit well on me for a 25 year old woman to mess with a 17 year old girl who hasn't graduated high school yet) but that the girl was 1) postponing college to stay home and be with her and 2) that the girl was unaware that T's "daddy" was not her biological father. Now how the hell you collar someone on the foundation of lies is an enigma to me. In fact, I find it irresponsible and disgusting. Moreover, I hate to think this girl is missing out on the opportunity to go to college to stay around with someone who she thinks loves her. What is this girl going to think when she finds out that T and A are not who they say they are? In fact, I found out not too long ago that T's name isn't even her real name. Kinda why I jumped ship on that boat. So I wonder why it bothers me sooo much. I have ever thought of going to the girl's job to let her know the truth. She has her job info up on myspace which I really don't find all that safe. But its not my business, not my call, not my place. I think its the age that really bothers me. While 17 and 18 are close cousins, the mindset of a girl in high school is so different than one who is 25 years old. My God I could talk all day about the changes in my mindset from 17 to 25. Also, I got started in this lifestyle when I was 17. At least minimally. I hate that her introduction to the lifestyle is through a couple who lies. I remember what it was like to be so excited and ready to take the world. But I also remember what its like when you learn that there are people who are only here to hurt you. Ugh..it really just gets me riled up and I guess it shouldn't. It's not my problem but I hate to see people hurt. I hate to see people lie and gain people's trust, love and loyalty. But what I hate the most is that I can't do anything about it. Or rather, won't...