Jan 122012
 

(continued from “A Retrospective“)

When J and I had just started dating, in the context of a normal conversation where two people getting to know each other share background and tell stories, J mentioned something about past ties to the “BDSM community.” It was a casual, flirty sort of conversation, and his comment didn’t seem all that strange in context. He seemed to be half-joking, or at least, he seemed to be poking fun at reality. I assumed his revelation and his lighthearted attitude were more about flirtation than anything else. And so I flirted right back—I smiled and told him that I was more than capable of dominating a man.

That was the truth. I had dominated men in bed… quite well, actually.

When I responded, J’s flirtatiousness fell away. He looked a little surprised and said he was relieved that I took the information so well.

His seriousness surprised me—I didn’t think it was such a big deal. My last boyfriend was really turned on by tits, and I have tits, so it worked out well. The guy I dated before that was an ass man, and I have an ass, so that worked out pretty well. J was a little kinky, and so was I, so we might work out well too.

I had messed around with BDSM before, and while I didn’t know that there was a “community,” it didn’t shock me to hear of its existence. But of course, I was completely unaware of the scope of all things BDSM—I didn’t know there were different types of BDSM, each with their own terminologies, theories, and practices. I didn’t know there were communities, play spaces, conventions, businesses, scholarship or political issues. I didn’t know any of it existed in such a visible, organized way.

J and I have never discussed that conversation, but I suspect that both he and I had completely different understandings of what was said and what it meant.

In my mind, J told me about a sexual preference… a turn-on. No big deal.

I suspect that in J’s mind, not only did I accept his lifestyle, but I also suggested I was interested in (and had some experience with) the same. Without any real reaction or curiosity from me, my guess is that J thought I was “into” BDSM the same way he was.

Because I didn’t know what I didn’t know, I thought J and I were on the same page. Because I didn’t ask questions and offered little reaction to his admission, J thought we were on the same page too.

Of course, J and I were not on the same page.

continue to Retrospective, Part 2: Oops

  5 Responses to “Retrospective, Part 1: Accidental Dominant”

  1. I want to be able to just hit "like" but, I can't.

    I definitely can picture J's mental gear change when you say you're capable of dominating a man.

    I've made a couple half-joking, tenuous personal revelations over the years, it would certainly excite me to get such a positive reaction.

    Likely enough that I might jump to conclusions about compatibility and general same-paged-ness.

  2. I've accidentally walked into a lot of stuff over the years, but generally, I know it when it happens. :) It's the times I have no idea what I'm into that I get in trouble.

  3. I fell into D/s in a similar way. A guy offered to essentially be my beck and call guy. I decided to run with it because I was bored and needed a laugh… little did I know I would find and meet my boy 4 days later ;)

    I love your blog, I can see so much of myself and my own journey in it.

  4. I totally relate to this… :/

    • @Jools: I’m sorry you can relate to this! I know from experience that it’s not a very pleasant place to be in! Also, I hope your figuring it all out was far smoother than mine!

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