Chasing Me Chasing You

An uncollared submissive struggling through depression, motherhood, and the constant craving of her next orgasm.

Are You Tired of Judging Me Yet?

Ok. It’s Thursday. I know Saturday is Valentine’s Day and all this Fifty Shades hype will be over soon. I’m tired of feeling like I need to defend this book somehow. I know it’s not even that good. But I was entertained by it. And now I feel attacked every time someone in the lifestyle screams that it’s a travesty for BDSM and everything about it is horrible and wrong. It’s just a book.

Don’t read it. Don’t see the movie. I won’t judge you. Please don’t judge me because I find a story about the interactions and relationship of two people entertaining. I don’t judge your reading murder mysteries or watching trashy reality tv.

And, it will be over soon, I promise. Media will get tired of this and move on to something else. Remember how religious groups went nuts when Passion of the Christ came out. No? That’s because it lasted for maybe a week and no cared anymore. The same thing will happen here. Then you can go back to hating the book quietly.

I read the series. I will see the movie when it comes out on Netflix or DVD. I was going to write a review for my 101 Things in 1001 Days, but now I’m reconsidering it. Maybe I’ll write it and not post it.

I’m just so tired of abuse and ‘this is not real BDSM’ charges. I’m not going to argue right or wrong. In fact, you’re probably right. I just don’t care. If I wanted to read ‘real BDSM’ I would read one of the amazing authors out there writing it. E.L. James is not a BDSM author. I’m not sure she was ever trying to be.

We tout ourselves as a community of acceptance. Not to judge others rape fantasies or age play. We encourage pushing limits and boundaries. But when someone writes something outside the scope of what we deem acceptable BDSM we jump all over it like it’s somehow a personal attack.

Anyway…I’m over it.

Sir and I got a hotel room tomorrow night. Grandma will have the kids and we actually get to go out to dinner and spend a night just the two of us. A couple of drinks at dinner, high protocol play, maybe curl up to some porn. Needless to say, I’m looking forward to it. Between that and packing for England all weekend I will be kept busy. By the time I get back to checking the news and twitter on Sunday afternoon all this will be over and we can go on with our lives. And I can be judged for my bad writing and not what I read before bed for fun.

One Response to “Are You Tired of Judging Me Yet?”

  • Jon MontanaVega

    Enjoyed and agree with your rant in the sense that who are we to judge other’s secret (or not so secret) desires? Jon M


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