Relational Equality vs, Relational Equivalency

[Stigmata]

Hi, Stig. Whatcha talkin' 'bout? We're always having fun here in the SSM playroom.

Yes. Projecting. Don't like malingering. This place reminds me of a time when the heat sink on my brain pan failed and fried my circuits into stream-of-consciousness 10,000-word posts. Makes me sad to see others sitches resolving with all of the rapidity of a soap opera storyline.

"WTF? Five years of not watching GH and Luke and Laura STILL haven't Fed yet??" HmmpfI don't know why you watch this crap, Nana. . Click.

1) I was playing house with SG and she was the Mommy and she told me to put my monkey panties in the wash and safety pin my bunny panties to my t-shirt 'cause there's lot of bad boys hanging out on the playground. See (flips skirt).

Ack! The womanly imagery mixed with the kiddie imagery just bi-located my brain into simultaneous disparate directions.

If Shaquille O'Neill sends the Internet pedophile police over to smash down my door, cuff me, and haul away my computer I'm coming after your @ss. Hope your ju jut su taught you how to defend against the 'flying guillotine.'

2) Corri is trying to teach me how to play strict teacher in the school corner but she doesn't get that the monkeyboys actually LIKE it when you play strict schoolteacher.

You have no idea. I firmly believe if this approach is taken with Mr. Karen1, Mr. LFL, Mr. GEL, perhaps 'Mr." LP, it will remove the fear of the Ms approaching the Fs and get things kick-started. Just saw LFL's new thread. To be expected. Ms with sexual dysmorphia haaate verbalizing about their submissive feelings. No M likes to think he's not viewed as "manly."

Personally I think it's due to a domineering mother who the M might say in retrospect about his upbringing, something to the effect of:

"If my mother ever caught me MBing into that sock in my bedroom she would have dropped two brass door knobs into her heavy duty wire Maidenform bra and flogged me unconscious about the head and shoulders, before shipping me off to a French monastery."

Back to taking charge of your own SL. Doesn't mean the Fs who yearn to be dominated won't eventually; once things get going, male aggression/testosterone kicks in with the right encouragement (ie, Oh, God." Flipping on all fours. "Do me from behind, NOW!" Grabbing the stiff member and steering JIC.) If he's worked up sufficiently he will want to pound that sweet stuff and growl, IMO.

Just requires the F losing the telepathic "I-want-sex-now-why-isn't he-noticing-me-wiggle-my butt-against-him-in-bed-and-pounce? I hate initiating/I shouldn't have to boo-hoo resentment, which, the M will pick up on subconsciously and unconscioiusly sabotage his own self-esteem and libido.

As to the first part, no, he won't understand what the butt wiggle means. "Hm, she must be dipping off into REM with that cute twitching."

As to the second: the undoubted gasp/audible huff and subsequent motionlessness after he doesn't respond to her telepathy will imperfectly be picked up by our obtuse dum-dum-man-brain, which acts like a notoriously slow-on-the draw- elderly narcoleptic night security guard:

"Zzzz. mmmmpf. Huh. What? Anybody there? Yawn. Lipsmack-lipsmack. Wait. Did I just miss something? Shrug. Guess not. Mmmpff. Snort Yawn...zzzzzz."

Worse, for the dysmorphic male, , somewhere deep inside his brain, a cell memory is triggered: "Uh-oh. I screwd up. Mommy says I'm a bad boy. Mommy is mad at me." And the self-esteem and libido (along with the penile glans) makes a hasty retreat like a turtle into its shell.

Of course, this is based on my own conjecture and absolutely no scientific fact. Then again, facts never slowed me down before, so why start now?

3) I am busy setting up a lemonade stand so I can buy a Barbie DreamCar so I don't have to borrow Red and White Corvettes or GI Joe jeeps from any stupidhead selfish boys anymore.

Well its about time. To be honest, I felt often irked by your posts on the few occasions I looked at this forum.

I had to fight to keep the king/father in me from stomping into your threads, snatching that dopamine-infused all-day lollipop from glassy drug-addled-eyed Rainbow Brite's sticky hand, pointing with a stern look:

"Go to your room. You're not getting this back until you've finished your math homework, young lady. NOW. There WILL be consequences."

4) All I said to BF was "It's your own fault if you try to play house with mean girls who don't even like babies and always say 'You be the Daddy'" Plus, everybody knows that if a big boy says "Let's play house. I'll be the baby." everybody is going to laugh at him -duh.

Good points, all. However, I think, like mine, his x had a certain lack of maturity that stems from refusing to break out of a princess mentality. Thing that sucks is, thanks to BF's overall leadership IMO, x now realizes the importance of "all-in" commitment in an R and is probably a great W to her new H. Can't kick himself for that one. Beyond his control. He is sooo much wiser now.

Hence my forced-upon hairshirt comments. Said to BB: Im not interested in hashing out my own stuff in his first thread post. Went unheeded. But, as I've found, is almost near Fing impossible to give input/advice to others without digging up your own ghastly putrified R corpse -- as I can well relate:

Bwwwahh! (throwing nose into elbow crook, turning head away from the stench)

I think you clearly pointed your lance in the direction of "ego-investment".

Yes, my lance has a mind of its own and gets me into trouble from time to time whenever I start pointing it around in different directions.

-Stigmata-