Let’s face it. We’re undone by each other…
Let’s face it. We’re undone by each other. And if we’re not, we’re missing something. If this seems so clearly the case with grief, it is only because it was already the case with desire. One does not always stay intact. It may be that one wants to, or does, but it may also be that despite one’s best efforts, one is undone, in the face of the other, by the touch, by the scent, by the feel, by the prospect of the touch, by the memory of the feel. And so when we speak about my sexuality or my gender, as we do (and as we must), we mean something complicated by it. Neither of these is precisely a possession, but both are to be understood as modes of being dispossessed, ways of being for another, or, indeed, by virtue of another.
-Judith Butler
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Dorothy Dandridge and Harry Belafonte in a publicity portrait for Carmen Jones (1954).
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When you dress a man in Women’s clothing…
“…when you dress a man in Women’s clothing, he feels helpless, excited, and ashamed, all at once…He would be too ashamed if someone else saw him dressed as his secret fantasy. And that fantasy is the real key. If a vassal is dressed properly, his hidden self is both revealed and defined by his clothing.” — Mistress Lorelei, The Mistress Manual
gotta love yoga
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…the only way to control even the most lamb-like submissive is to control his thoughts.
– Mistress Lorelei, The Mistress Manual