L&R July 2017 Magazine
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Bad Feminist?<br />
Does Liking BDSM Make Me a Bad Feminist?<br />
We’ve all played that game in our heads where we imagine our own tragic but lavish<br />
funeral where people throw themselves at our coffins whilst sobbing uncontrollably into<br />
fancy hankies, and think up the various things they might say about us during drawnout,<br />
emotional speeches. Or maybe that’s just me? (it isn’t – Ed.)<br />
I’d like to think that people would describe me as a resolute, driven person. They might<br />
say I was an independent, free-thinking lady. They might even throw in ‘she was the<br />
perfect combination of beauty and brains and badassdom’ for good measure (a girl can<br />
always dream, right?) So basically, in my funeral fantasy, they’d be likening me to a<br />
goddess-like creature, while sobbing A LOT.<br />
All of the above sound like great qualities for a feminist to have, but then here comes<br />
the tricky part; not only am I a feminist, but a feminist who acts out her fantasies of<br />
submission on a regular basis. When I say submission I mean choking, slapping,<br />
biting, restraining, spanking, being called a dirty slut – the whole shebang. Some<br />
people seem to think that it is impossible to call yourself a feminist and enjoy BDSM<br />
play, but I beg to differ. Either I am the exception to the rule or we need new rules – or<br />
- here’s a thought – no rules.<br />
I discovered my slightly deviating urges at the tender age of fourteen. There was<br />
nothing tender, however, about my dazed daydreams. I found myself inexplicably<br />
fascinated and excited by the idea of being dominated.<br />
Growing up, as my friends and I conquered new territories in relationships and sex, I<br />
would listen to my girlfriends chatter excitedly about the thrill of having their hair pulled<br />
by their boyfriends, and often wondered if I was somehow twisted for harbouring urges<br />
that went far beyond a fistful of hair.