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That Submissive Stuff...
Mon, 21 Feb, 1994
MRF says,
>>> Even without the legal mechanisms which insure "freedom" in this
nation, there's a simple catch 22. If submission is the conscious choice
to obey the orders of another, then it is going to be subject to the
possibility of revocation as long as the individual has the ability to
choose. Contrawise, if they can't choose, they can't actively submit. <<<
Hi MRF,
I'm going to use your quote as a jumping off place for my thoughts on the
way submission works with me. Respond if you wish, but this isn't aimed
directly at you or anything you've said; it's more of a "there's more than
one way to skin a cat...and here's how I do it" kind of piece.
I agree with your contrawise statement, but not with the one that came
before it. I believe that in certain situations people can make choices
that are irrevocable, not in any theoretically absolute sense, but in a
practical sense of "this choice will never be revoked." In some cultures or
with some people, entering a religious order is an irrevocable choice.
You just don't leave the monastary, church, temple once you join. Once
you're in, you're in for life. There are all kind of vows that people can
swear to, and, if the person is the sort that does not break such vows,
them they are irrevocable for that person.
I sometimes have trouble getting this idea across to people, because sure,
theoretically, the person who has taken the vow can break it whenever they
choose, so theoretically, choice is not gone. But the theoretical isn't
all that matters, in fact, I've noticed it matters very little in most
everyday life. In practical and realistic terms the choice is gone
because the person simply will not break the vow. Ever. Yes, the choice
is still there in the same sense that a bottle of champagne that you have
left sitting out all night is still there but in practical terms it has
lost all power and reality, just as the stale, flat champagne has lost its
ability to affect you. Another way of putting it is that the possibility
of making the choice is always there, but the probablity of one's actually
doing it is so low that it is, for all practical purposes, non-existent
for you.
That's how I experience submission, in fact that's how I _have_ to
experience submission for it to give me what I want and need. I made the
choice not to choose once, and ever since then I have had no choice. This
is not a masturbatory headgame I am playing in solitaire: Donald feels
exactly the same way (that I no longer have a choice) and that is the
reality between us. If for some as-yet-unforeseen reason, I should
"choose" to exercize my practically non-existent choice to leave the
relationship, then I would fully expect Donald to exercize his right to
get me back by whatever methods he should deem necessary. This isn't a
game. We've both agreed that I belong to him--period. We've both agreed
that I have given up all right to any choice unless he gives it to me.
I guess the point I'm trying to make is that some people are not
constantly making a choice day-by-day, hour-by-hour to be or not to be
someone's slave. I don't have that option. More importantly, I don't want
that option. If I had that choice, that option to leave the realtionship
if I decided I didn't want to submit to Donald anymore, I'd feel like the
dominant in the relationship. To me, the person with the final say, the
ultimate choice, the one who holds in his or her hands the deciding
power...is the dominant (or at least the one with all the power that
matters--which is pretty much the same thing, in my book). What use or
meaning would there be in Donald deciding everything else about my life if
I always, at every minute, had final veto power, in the sense that I could
cancel the relationship whenever I decided that I had had enough or that I
didn't agree with a particular decision or set of decisions? For me,
having that veto power would cancel everything I have craved and striven
to experience all of my life. It would put me right back in the driver's
seat, the position I have been trying to abdicate all of my life. It
would turn the apparent power dynamic between myself and my master into a
ludricrous lie.
Now let's say I change some day far in the future and do a complete about
face, decide I hate living as a slave, or hate my life with Donald and
want out...only I can't get out of my own accord. Is this the most horrible,
terrifying, awful experience in my universe? There's absolutely no reason
why it has to be! Having no choice is not nearly as horrendous as those
who have never experienced the state often imagine it to be. If you've
made the right final choice to begin with (in my case, submitted to the
right person) you don't have to worry much about not having any choice.
Again, in the theoretical world (you know, the one that contains the
monkeys who will eventually type Shakespeare--g), terrible unspeakable
things happen to those who give up all choice. In the specific practical,
everyday, realistic life that I live with Donald, the absolutely, most
awful thing that's ever arisen from my inability to choose was that I was
dressed down in front of a complete stranger for an unintentional
transgression. At the time I very much wanted to run out of the room, but
I was ordered to stay put. As you can see, I survived to write about the
experience .
But let's say, for the sake of arguing, that I felt after that event that
it was the straw that broke the camel's back, that I couldn't stand to
live with Donald anymore, that this event was so terrible that I could not
bear being his slave anymore, that I had to get out of the relationship.
So what would a choiceless one like myself do? I'd do what Donald and I
agreed I would do way back when I still had a choice, way back when we
spent hours discussing every possible contingency and problem situation
that my paranoid mind could come up with in regards to slavery (a more
positive way to describe that process is "building a solid relationship
foundation"--and I strongly recommend it to anyone considering doing the
master-slave thing--g) anyway, where was I? Oh yes, I'd do what I'd agreed
I would do: I would tell him that I was unhappy and wanted out, and leave
the decisions or "whether" and/or "when" up to him. I already know what
he would do in such a situation, because he told me way back when I still
had..., etc. etc.: he would give it plenty of time (months, possibly
years) and watch and listen to me even more closely than he already does.
If, after that time, I still was miserable and wanted out, he'd set me
free. He no more wants to live with an unhappy slave than I want to be an
unhappy slave, but, as the breaking of such a union is a very serious
matter, he'd have to make absolutely sure on his part that it was (a)
the best thing for me and for him and (b) what I really wanted, and (c) that it
was a permanent feeling on my part, and (d) that the cause of the split was
not something we could fix or work out together.
If I really wanted out of the relationship, that waiting period would be
quite hard to deal with, but nevertheless I would deal with it because the
alternative (breaking my word--both to him and to myself--to be Donald's
slave until or unless he decides otherwise) would be unbearable. I don't
know how each of you looks at things, but the way I see it is that almost
everything in life is transitory: things, money, places, abodes, friends,
one's memory, sometimes even life-partners, they come in one door and go out the
other. Exit, stage left. About the only things you can hang onto in life,
make really yours, are those intangible things that you carry around
inside you: pieces of your character. I have pieces of my character that
I'm not particularly fond of and am busily trying to chuck out the back
door (my spineless shyness, for example--g) and I have pieces that I
intend to hang onto until I lose my body or my brain, whichever comes
first. Honesty, integrity, my ability to keep my word, my abilty to be
myself, these are all I really have to hang onto and to develop. These
things give me a sense of permanence and continuity and...self that is so
important that the thought of trading them in for a little personal ease
or gratification seems beyond stupid to me. Talk about selling your
birthright for a bowl of sugar frosted flakes! Being relatively
choiceless is extraordinarly difficult at times, but with patience and
practice, it begins to feel like second nature, and after awhile, you
hardly even notice it unless some unusual circumstance brings it to your
attention.
And oh my, the delicious minute-by-minute, hour-by-hour consciousness that
I am really not in control is worth, in my estimation, at-least
one-hundredfold the difficulty I have experienced thus far. There's a
short a capella at the end of one of Yes's albums (any of you old fogies
out there remember Yes?) whose optimistic tone and lyrics pretty much sums
up the way I feel about the life I lead these days "We...have...heaven....
we...LIKE...heaven."
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