GeoffP said:
Tiassa, I appreciate your argument above, but can we have a thread in which your not attending D/S clubs is not a feature? One begins to wonder at this string of denials.
It would not have come up except someone asked, not so long ago. And then, in the course of that discussion, it became necessary to remind that it's not really a quality of life issue to avoid a club I don't want to be at, anyway.
And it is relevant here in two ways:
(1) The point reminds that there is a time and a place for everything, as such.
(2) It reminds of the sharp contrast in harassment experiences between men and women; I literally have to go out of my way to be sexually harassed in a context I might find threatening, which in turn kind of wrecks the word harassed, as such; avoiding this situation is a fairly easy undertaking, and my concerns are primarily medical, anyway insofar as I have a hard time figuring what could be more unsafe, unless I'm sharing needles with strangers while other strangers gang-bang me without condoms. And come on, really? I don't do heroin. Neither can I say I've been properly gang-banged by strangers, so flip a coin.
There is also a peripheral point I can make based solely on my own experience: The day I turned forty, I was "off the market" by custom, which is a similar argument to Daisy Mae fretting that she's getting old and hasn't found a husband ... as she approaches her twentieth year. And that even comes without pregnancy risk. But here we are, eighteen or so months later, and that old custom is completely destroyed. Having hidden throughout my formerly "marketable" years, the world I'm emerging into is
fascinating. But here's the thing: Compared to women, I have very little fear of sexual harassment or violence—I have to go looking for it.
That you spend more time thinking about me in a D/S club than I do? I'm not sure that's even
interesting, but either way only you would know why. But yes, in truth, it's an abstraction to me; if I intend to allow my body to be treated in a rough and degrading manner, I have the luxury of preferring that should occur within the confines of a secure relationship. Statistically, I have greater cause to fear sexually transmitted diseases; even if I do somehow find myself in one of those dark corners at a club, choking on some random stranger, the odds are still confidently strong that I will not end up in a hospital or morgue as the result of injuries sustained from such an encounter. And in no way need I fear that someone will try to rape and kill me for ignoring a "compliment".
Okay, okay, I can see how an analysis of the processes and priorities of your imaginings would be fascinating, but that also applies to most people.