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Wednesday, May 5, 2010

2010 Grinnell Monologue: Presented in Bob's Underground Cafe

My Path to Enlightenment


I was not a promiscuous girl. As a child I did not show my private parts to any of my playmates, nor did I desire to see any of theirs. I did not explore my own genitalia until a much older age than most report, and even so I did not feel throbs of eroticism until my mid-high school years. I did not know the term orgasm until I was thirteen, and I didn't have my first until nineteen. I may have been a late erotic bloomer, but I have not wasted time in my life. It seems every time I come into the g-mons forum I am enlightened in a different way than the time before. Or I am struggling with the intersections of my own sexuality, sensuality and situations. I am in a constant battle to understand the nature of my sexual condition.


I have long prescribed to serial monogamy, and the rapid turn around from one relationship to the next seeking an outlet for my sexual tension and a net of emotional security in a single other person. This led to a roller-coaster of emotions as I struggled to understand myself in the havoc of post relationship and then in the honeymoon phase of the next.

After many earth shattering breakups I have decided I am done with investing my whole self and all my pieces into one basket. Instead, I am discovering my own promiscuity, intellectual desire and pleasure surrounding sexual relationships, or what I will refer to here as erotic play.


I have begun to construction a series of interpersonal relationships that circle around each other, but do not dissect or disturb each other. Each one is conscious of the next, and the continuation requires a great depth of communication and understanding. I have been doing this semi-unconsciously, before the recent past, with my ex-boyfriend. He constitutes the outward most ring of relationships in my life. The situations is such that, we remain in distant communication and if we find ourselves in the same spacial area we are likely to have coffee and an afternoon frolic. This hasn't happened since fall break of my first year (before he joined the Marines and became a very different person), yet he remains a distant lover and a source of erotic play in my life. This relationship required a much smaller amount of energy to maintain that other points of erotic play, yet is no less satisfying or meaningful than the ones it orbits.


In order to understand and construct the remaining sources of erotic play in my life, it is important to understand that conditioned monogamy leaves little room for this type of promiscuity. There seems to be conflict between fucking and the rest of human activity. I believe that fucking or other erotic play is equally part of the human experience and the transition between them should be as fluid as the moving from a activity such as eating, to and activity such as studying. I define erotic play far outside the bounds of fucking, sucking and touching, though, because I derive erotic play from flirting and nonsexual relationships. These traditionally nonsexual encounters are included in the construction of circles, because I am creating connections and play that satisfy me in very different yet distinct ways. Before I began my pursuit of promiscuous circles, I sharply divided my romantic relationship from my less than romantic relationships. The inner most ring, was held for supreme sexual pursuit, usually monogamous, and the outer rings were only being utilized when the middle circle was vacant. The sexual circles that surround the base circle consist of single night hook-ups and lasting sexual relationships and well as flirtatious physical relationships which don't lead to fucking. These basic aspects travel over to my current model of relationship building with a very important addition, my own personal emotional understanding of these relationships and how they fulfill me and change me.


At anytime these relationships have the possibility to shift placement in the circles. A once close lover may slip into the further bounds of my circle, where I would only seek them out monthly or less than that, while someone who was less frequently a member of my life may come into a more consistent relationship with me. I am also open to the shift of a non-sexual flirtatious person into a physically driven source of erotic play, or visa-versa. I am in a place where I can accept this fluctuation openly and without hesitation, because I understand I am also shifting places in the life of those around me. I can now see the existence and fluidity of my primary partner and the rings which surround him/her/zer from my other sources of erotic play. I am also still able to find some sense of emotional security with a primary partner, without completely investing myself in that one person.


Emotional and physical security is a major tenant which leads erotic play into monogamous coupling, I am not trying to devalue the security we feel with one individual, instead I am urging for a different level of security with two, three or more individuals. There is a strong connection that two erotically sexual lovers have for each other. Two lovers create a level of comfort reached through erotic play that can be healthy and satisfying, yet when we start to define ourselves through these relationship it can leading to coupling. Coupling is something I am now more hesitant to indulge in. This is because of the eventual fading and shifting of relationship in our lives. When I've placed too much value on one situation, I have been left hopeless when the erotic or emotional aspect of this person has left our life.


I still have individuals that I hold closer than others both physically and emotionally, but I am Choosint to define each relationship separately. I'd also like to make clear that I am not simply fucking around, in fact I am in drastically fewer sexual situations than is normal for me when outside of a monogamous relationship.


Finally, I do not subscribe to indiscriminate and evasive coupling, that promiscuity normally get's a bad name for. Instead, I am excited by the idea of progressing and exploring new bodies both physically and intellectually. I hope to have found yet another plane of sexual enlightenment which I hope will lead to working interpersonal relationships. This existence is teaching me a lot about myself, my sensuality and my sexuality. I've learned about attachment and jealously towards others. I've also worked on healthy communication and relationships. In my new system, I do not have a claim on any of the individuals in my life, and they do not have a claim on me so I am free to explore what feels good in the moment. Without the huge emotional lose of self if something goes wrong or changed in these relationships.


Next time I enter this forum I may be monogamous, celibate, or further liberated from those bounds, never-the-less I have no choice but to understand these changes as the nature of my sexual condition. This is my current path – my path to enlightened promiscuity.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

the Desire to Consume


All I've wanted to do for the last two or three weeks is consume. And I have been consuming so very much, in all different forms of media. I read comics and books and poems and short stories and blogs and newspapers. I listen to podcast of short stories and poems and politics. I watch movies and theatre and anime and youtube. In conversations I listen to stories and monologues and rants. I can never be doing only one. I read three books at a time not counting what I am doing for school. I get bored with one if I am alone with it for too long. Everything needs it's own break which is why I can't do blogs or tv shows everyday. Just a little L word today, and a little Kafka tomorrow, then some blogs and poems. Keep the balance, you know.

I have been eating it all up and ingesting it. All the art and the language on my computer or bookshelf or table.

I find myself wanting to spend my life reading in parks, on benches, in the library, on my couch, or in my garden. Spending hours of my life enriching myself, indulging in art.
I could be very happy.

For now I am also very happy, doing some consumption for school and some consumption for myself. and sleeping a little in between. It's a happy balance.



Right now the first volume of The Count of Monte Cristo is siting on my table along with 3 books of Kafka in the native German. One is Die Verwandlung which is one of my very favorite books, yet I have never read it in German. I am excited now to be about 3 pages in.

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Today


I feel absolutely vulnerable right now
and for the first time in years it feels alright

Thursday, April 2, 2009

The story

Mantasies

Thus far my sex life has been less than promiscuous. I can count the number of people I have had sex with on one hand. This though does not mean I have been unsatisfied in my pursuits. I’ve had both g-spot and clit orgasms, I’ve 69ed, I’ve stood, sat, squatted and otherwise moved through sexual positions. I’ve had sex inside, outside, in classrooms, on sports fields, my bed, their bed, in neither of our bed’s, and even in a tree. I am happy with the people I’ve had relations with, but there are still small things that I wonder and dream about.

In the past I have exclusively partnered with women and once I was asked by a lover if I had any fantasies. We were naked together at the time and I thought about it for a few seconds before telling her that I had never thought about it before, and the answer was no. This was far from the truth as I have many sexual fantasies but there is much more that I cannot tell my female partners because my sexual fantasies are about a totally different group of individuals - men!

I love men, in the way that I always find the perfect guy fall madly in love with him saying out loud the entire time that I am a lesbian, I am a lesbian, I am a lesbian! But, I’m not a lesbian to be a lesbian I would have to identify as a woman all of the time and only want to partner with other women identifying individuals. I am a genderqueer and my gender identity is in fluid motion between male and female therefore it is really hard for me to say that I am actually a lesbian even if I have only recently been in serious relationships with lesbians. My trans identity underlies my sexual fantasies. So… let me tell you a little bit about them.

They are not the traditional boy-girl stationary, boring sex that many may think. *Most* of the boys I fall for are in ONE specific category, really, really, really gay! In most cases they are the typically gay man that we all know, and love. In some cases so gay that they are often confused as women. In a very, very few cases I fall in love with straight men as well, but these are the minority in my thoughts and ideas.

With the traditional gay men that I fall for, I think about us having a deep connection complete with talking, cuddling, and tea drinking in essence the ‘lesbian’ relationship between two queer individuals. But the sex with these men is what is different. I dream about dominating them, tying them up, and fucking them in the ass, it’s a shocker I know! I want to strap on my own personal penis and be their man. Actually I’ve wanted to grow up and be a man since at least the 3rd grade. Just, back then no one believed me – and now it’s just really expensive.

With the gay men who are often confused as women I get the most excited. These gender deviant individuals remind me of myself in a non-narcissistic way. I imagine them being as interested in sex and a relationship with other gender deviant individuals as I am. Meaning that exploration, questions, comments and concerns are much more important. I imagine that sex would go back in forth with me being both dominant and submissive, with sex toys, hands, mouths, and genital all being used to their full potentials. This grouping of individuals is also the only group I feel my fanatics will ever become realities with because they are on the same pursuit of sexual discovery as I am. My only fear is that during a fight, one of these queers is going to pierce me with a stiletto.

The last group of men, the straight men I almost completely left out of this monologue. That is because I do not typically sexualize these individuals when I imagine them. There is a lot of cuddling, and kissing but no thoughts of how it would be like to actually have sex with them. Perhaps this is because I fear losing my queer identity and falling into the hetero-normative lifestyle. Or perhaps I am scared of Michael Blankenship’s infamous phrase, “Nik you are such a bad lesbian!” Though, be it know it is this group of men that when fallen for, I pine the hardest after. Any one of my friends will tell you how it looks when I lust and swoon and melt over a straight man without ever expressing any interest to them publically, because I have learned I can not lead them on. Moreover, I feel part the interest I have in these men stems from the pursuit and tension I create within myself.


My sexual fantasies, of course are something my lesbian lovers cannot fulfill for me no matter if I tell them about it or not. It is not like I want to sex them up the ass, I am perfectly content with the way my interactions and relations with them are. In fact I really like lesbian sex! I’ve been told on many occasions that I should try it out with bi-sexual. You actually do get the best of both worlds, without them thinking about who else you like having sex with because they don’t like having sex with one gender either. But I do sometimes fine myself dreaming about that one gay man, who I have always been in love with, wondering if he will ever make my wildest dreams come true. So if you have any thoughts…. Comments… or questions… I live on read 2nd