How power hunger is a deep void from a lack of structure
In my journey guiding men, one thing that has been crystal clear beyond measure, is that the men who struggle the most with their submission, are those that feel absolute shame and self repudiation. They serve in session yet feel an innate shame in being, longing, and fully existing.
Those men kneel in silence and ask for structure in a session but are the same men whose interests align with the oppression of the very Feminine they say they serve. It becomes a pattern of living a level of dysfunctionality where one hand hides what the other does. What they do in session perpetually lurks behind them in a sea of shame; unregulated, unprocessed, closeted, and fragile.
Societal conditioning as a facade of power
What usually follows is a cycle of self hate where Dommes and other SWERs are sought out to relieve the pressure within, while the women in a man’s life see the “masculine side.” Societal conditioning tells you be “masculine”, and if you cannot be it, you look up to men whom you assume are the exact thing you are not.
“Hyper-masculinity” is a precipice of sorts if you care to indulge in it. There is freedom in being free for a few hours and then all of a sudden, society’s chastity cage reels you back in and snatches the key.
In a split second you are reminded that
A “man” isn’t supposed to want to be attentive,
A “man” isn’t supposed to want to feel soft,
A “man” isn’t supposed to need direction
A “man” isn’t supposed to crave Feminine led structure
A “man” is supposed to be “masculine.”
You are kept residing in the house of shame while seeking structure.
You dream of what it would be to not feel shame but even the thought of that brings shame.
There’s a deep level of discontent stemming from the fact that while you love to serve in private, a woman is a woman in society… society at large is still a boy’s club and Women aren’t truly tolerated in it. You secretly want feminine led structure but there’s a lot of shame in truly living that trust and feeling “masculine” in it.
Yet what if the pressure wasn’t so harrowing?
What if the pressure to feel, look, and act “like a man” wasn’t embedded with an ocean of self- conflict?
What if you didn’t have to have a mask on while looking at yourself in the mirror?
What if submission and masculinity could co-exist in a fashion that is less fetish centered (and thus only looked at as consumable) and more structural, spiritual, emotional, and both conscious and subconscious?
What would it feel like to acknowledge the reconciling of man and your true nature?
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Goddess
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