Tuesday, April 6, 2010

The Bastardization of the term "Sir"

My Fellow Inmates,

I was sitting here today, replying to a boy who messaged me, and he got me thinking about this simple word that is so lost in meaning anymore that it could be interchangeable with the word "Smurf"

The boy, upon initial contact writes: "Hello Sir, how are you doing Sir, I would like to meet you Sir."

Now understand this is someone I have never spoken to, doesn't know me from Adam, and has no sense of respect for me at all beyond the fantasy built by the pictures and profile posted.

When I advised him that he was not to call me Sir until I earned it, and that he should call me Dan, his next reply was "Thank you Dan, I still would like to meet you Dan, I am a eager boy Dan..." etc....

Umm, ok... Lets go back to Sir....

I guess in my mind Sir is a term of respect that should be earned before it is given.

Respect, yes... A simple yet lost concept of our ever changing world.

In the old guard scene, where incidentally I was trained by my Master many many years ago, Sir is a term used for any Top, and like the court system, there is a pecking order, anyone in their leather drag is to be called Sir as you would rather be wrong in assuming they are a Top, than foolishly make the other assumption.

This is a world where forgetting to call a Top "Sir", or even serving a drink or a meal to the wrong Top in the order that they should be served based upon their Seniority could cause a boy to receive severe punishments. It takes a certain mindset and a drive all its own, the craving to be property, where the fantasy only ever turns off behind closed doors and that is still only if your Top allows it.

To be fair, whenever I see my former Master I still call him Sir from time to time, he has earned it. Not so much from his fantastic Cane collection as the fact that he earned my trust rather than commanding it.

In the new guard we tend to be more relaxed, the old guard mentality type relationships still exist, but the considerations of the boy seem to be more prevalent. A pup may be locked in his cage for an extended period of time, but the fantasy inevitably always ends. The term "Sir" is less commonly used, and tends to be most powerful when you mean it...

Perhaps that's it...

Intent

When we play, and play hard with a boy who feels true respect and trust in you, truly submissive to you, there is then power in that word. A term of endearment, a sign of respect.

We don't play tie up games, it goes deeper than that. Mental anguish and taxation stacked upon the bondage and gear that holds you. The level of trust in the one in control dictates how far that scene can go.

This can take a long time to achieve with a boy. Bodisama used to say that wavering consent in a scene was fine and natural, and although James liked to mess with peoples minds, even he knew that without initial trust you can only take the mind so far.

Accepted futility...

Sparky and I were playing at the party in February where I did my bouncing clothespin scene with him. this is a very mentally taxing scene. Pain and pleasure being communicated from the same area on the body in waves at the same time as the clothespins bounce in rhythm with the Venus. At one point, after he came twice, and I was fucking with the clothespins, he yelled out "Take them the fuck off already!". At that point, I was already aware that they hurt like a son of a bitch. Sparky trusts me, this I know. Though we were in the middle of a party, and if I would have said no and kept pushing, I would have broke that wall and taken him deep.

I didn't though. a group gathering is not a place to a puddle of boy mind to form. Sparky is one of many that I know that knows better than to use the term of Sir lightly...

Though If I would have taken him there, I guarantee it would have come out of his mouth, and I would have been honored, as I have been in scenes we have played that have taxed him mentally and physically.

What makes this different than any other boy? Sparky is a Top who I introduced to full rubber play 10 years ago. We have a strong connection, and Sparky calls very few people Sir.

If a pup speaks with a dog hood on, I know there is a problem. If a boy that respects me in his heart, calls me by first name during play, I know there is a problem. Why insult me when you don't know me to try to earn my favor by calling me a term you don't truly feel?

True no safe word play has to be carefully moderated. There is always a safeword, weather its spoken, the top is reading the bottom's body language, or its all based on the dick's reaction. None of us would just trompse over someone else's wishes, as we don't wish to end up in handcuffs at the end of the scene.

No matter how hot the scene in the process may be.

Whereas when you have earned complete trust, wavering consent in a scene can happen where the whole of the scene ends up an amazing journey. Where the boy is thrilled to drop to his knees and call you Sir at the completion of his travels. This is powerful for both parties involved.

Submission past the fantasy, the realization of dreams, and the only way the boy knows how to show the ultimate form of respect, to belay his heart in a term of true submission.

I think its time we rethought the meaning and usage of this term.

Of course I could be wrong...

Take care, and what ever you do don't scream too loud, others are trying to sleep

Rubberasylum

Friday, April 2, 2010

A Eulogy for Bodisama

James was an amazing man,

I was lucky enough to count him as one of my friends, someone that you could count on to tell you how it was even if the truth carried barbed spikes. It was refreshing to know a soul that I could connect with so well that was honest to a fault.

This often caused him differences with people, as we in life tend to be so fake, avoid the truth and what rests inside us at all costs.

The sad part is that James was usually right on what he had to say, he just would tell us things that we didn’t want to hear, didn’t want to face, and didn’t want to attest to. He would happily point these out to us.

He lived his life with the attitude that life is too fucking short, just deal with it and move the fuck on.

Jay and I were lucky enough to host a party 4 weeks ago that James attended. Curling up with him in bed those four nights was so heartwarming to me as one of the main reasons he attended that weekend is that him and I had some differences of our own to work out, which we did.

And I am so grateful for that.

This is a loss that hits our whole community. James was tops at his game. In play he could draw out parts of us that we didn’t even know we were capable of, and in business he was re-writing the whole rubber scene.

He often would sit and giggle to himself; of which I called his "self satisfied laugh", he liked that, said that no one had pegged it so well before. He was insanely bright, and his mind moved a mile a minute.

James is one of the reasons I write. While talking with him one day, he asked to see the first chapter of my (still unfinished) novel. After reading it he told me that he would be really pissed if I never finished it. Very few people’s opinions matter to me in this world.

His did.

That is one thing I will say that I am officially sorry that I could never make him understand, how much he meant to me. James tended to be disappointed in the world, in people. He told me that most people he had ever trusted had disappointed him. I asked him last month, as we sat over dinner, the night I took him to the airport if he trusted me...

He told me he didn’t trust anyone.

I love you James, as a friend, as a person. I will miss our chats and your thoughts on life, the community, gear, and play.

I thank you for your selfless side you showed me by your creation of my Aquala suit that I hold so dear, and now will even more, as you refused to accept a dime because I did something for you and you needed to repay me.

I thank you for being there for me on the night of Gummidawg's passing, when he was to be there to play with me the next day; even though my attempts to be there for you through Bostoncuir & TiedupUK's passing’s were clunky at best as I had no idea what to say.

I thank you for singlehandedly pulling me out of my shell after my 5 year abusive relationship ended, and painfully pointing out to me the broken parts that I still needed to heal that were dug deep inside me that I didn’t know even existed.

And I thank you for helping me find the Top I am today, though perhaps not up to your standards, It was nice to see your smile of approval at the party when I had a boy on the edge of cracking...

My former master told me many years ago when the first person I cared for died on me, that it was hard for him to get too emotional anymore since he lived through the HIV crisis of the 80's and 90's where his friends were dropping like flies, and he was forced to build a hard shell.

In many ways I understand where he was coming from, but your passing touches me deep and hard, as I really don’t know how to say good-bye.

I guess the easiest way is just to say it...

You will be deeply missed, and I hope some day I can feel in my heart that I have met your standards.

As much as I am sure that Religion's view of things is complete Bullshit, and yes I know you shall agree, if on the off chance that they do have it right, I hope to see you soon.

Save me a place by the fire :)

~Rubberasylum

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Why the Asylum Blog Moved

My Fellow Inmates,

Many have asked me if I shall still be blogging, and why my blog on Guyzingear just kind of up and died.

Although I support Russell in everything his is doing, the blog section of the guyzingear site has been broken for the last 3 months. I have been patient and waited, sadly as much as I hated to leave his site the need and want to share my thoughts, videos, and perversions was much more prevalant.

So I have now moved to Blogspot, and am in the process of moving my archived posts from the last 2 years.

I wish Guyzingear the best, and although I do not wish to cause any annimosity between Russell and I, I do wish to continue to blog.

Take Care, and carefull not to scream too loud as others are trying to sleep.

Rubberasylum