Female Led Relationships

I was reading something by a female led husband, the details are forgotten.

Now this man had arranged to visit and do something with a pal. He’d forgotten to tell his “Mistress Wife.” When he did tell her she objected. She had other plans for that night. But she told him the choice was up to him.

He cancelled his plans so he could do as she wished.

His summation was that naturally she knew what was best that she was “always right.”

What she wanted to do was nothing special. It could have been done any day or night in the week at any time.

There was no superior judgment in operation.

It isn’t that I’d ever fault someone for wanting to please their spouse. It has nothing to do with being led by anybody.

But there was nothing about her preference that can be called ‘right.’

Why couldn’t the man simply say he did it to please her, to make her happy. Why did he have to pretend it was some sort of wisdom.

It seems a terrible burden to have to be always objectively correct rather than the person who must come first.
Why bother with fanciful fibs?

I don’t really have any advice for men in vanilla marriages who hope to convert them into female led relationships. You need good luck more than anything else.

But don’t:

• Tell your wife or girlfriend that you are inferior.
• Or that she is a superior life form.

If she had thought you a lesser creature she wouldn’t have bothered with you.

And most women are uncomfortable with having unwanted divinity thrust on them.

Keep is simple and sensible: about your needs. No fancy matriarchal rhetoric.

(I’m very busy so I post something that someone submitted to me for publication.)

What is this secret place of dark desire hidden deep within my soul? What brings me crawling to its rusty iron gate day after day, night after night trying to resist that delicious dose of Female Domination? Is it the heady smell of sweet surrender that lingers above this forbidden land like the heavy mist creeps in to obscure some lonely, distant moor? It is a sweet aroma to be sure, but it demands a heavy price for its intoxicating scent.

If it would only remain hidden behind those layered walls of guilt and shame, there would be no need to fear what i might do next. If i could only look the other way when an image suddenly appears to trigger a response from that secret, sinister place hidden way down deep inside. If i could only block my ears from hearing words that rush in to beat the drums for blind obedience, i might be saved. For these stir the air that carries the aroma; provocative words and images are what starts it swirling behind those wicked walls. This is what creates the current that carries it through that ominous gate that is but a pseudo sentry keeping nothing in and nothing out. This is where that sinful scent begins its relentless ride upon that seductive gentle breeze to find me.

With infinite patience and malice, it seeks me like it has so many times before to titillate, taunt and tease. There was a time when it came at me with a sudden intensity that refused to be denied; when it surged ahead to suck me in and hold me in its grasp. But that time has slowly faded. Endless journeys have worn a crooked path that has become an easy trail to follow. Where’s the rush? Where is the need to hurry when the one it seeks can so easily be found? And, although i attempt to shield myself with the strength of my convictions, why do i always feel the need to relinquish my control? With resolve and determination i struggle on; i bravely refuse the temptation to grovel at Her feet. But like all brash proclamations, the words are easier said than done. For one who has never tasted the addictive dose of the Superior Female’s rule, there is a fighting chance. But once that forbidden fruit is eaten, the taste lingers on the palette making everything else seem maudlin, banal and bland. Once you’ve felt the rush, you are only too eager to give in, give up and submit. You have only to fall to your knees willing to accept the price that must be paid to enter Her sacred garden where She rules with all the power and glory.

If She is strong enough to take my power, if She is strong enough to demand my obedience, then i must serve at the feet of the One who has captured me. i know it is wrong and it is this very dose of delicious degradation that drives me to feel the sting of Her hand and a longing to be aroused by Her words of humiliation that will have me groveling at Her feet to worship the Feminine power that i can never have. i beg for the privilege of submitting to the conquering Heroin to receive the discipline i so justly deserve, and so desperately covet.

It has been my plan with this site to avoid quoting blogs. But my heroine Elizabeth expresses herself eloquently on the theme of inherent gender inequality as bad philosophy and psychosexual thrill.

Being a dominant woman or a submissive man is a sexual kink. You can make a sexual kink into a lifestyle, if you like, or you can keep it for sex play, but you are deluded if you try to make the whole rest of the fucking world fit your own sexual kink. Not to mention making yourself look very, very silly in the process.

Why Female Gender Supremacy is Ignorant Crap, part 1 of 87

Goddess Worship: in this context the belief that a female focused religion in prehistoric times that was somehow swept away by men.

This is popular among neo-pagans who may or may not believe in matriarchal politics. Neo-pagan female supremacists naturally believe and cite it. They believe that the universe’s guiding force is feminine; that women are priestesses uniquely able to mediate between this cosmic divinity and mankind. An argument that never impresses atheists and agnostics.

Speculative theology aside very, very few anthropologists or archaeologists agree that a matriarchal religion or society was common in ancient times. Books that retail this information are often using long since discredited ethnological writings and historical wishful thinking.

Besides ancient people did many things that we would regard as nasty and brutal. No reason to adapt our behavior to the practices of 100,000 BC.

Gynecocracy: a little-used term denoting a female ruled society. Sometimes used in reference to the mythical Amazons.

Gynosupremacy: gynarchy with an unequivocal label. Some gynosupremacists advocate lifetime chastity for men whose semen will be extracted for breeding purposes but never allowed an orgasm.

Then again there is Laura Goodwin.

Gynarchy: the belief that women should assume total political power and rule the world. Some gynarchists are mild. Others describe what is a essentially a woman-run facist state with men as second class citizens.

Female Supremacy: while sometimes the more poetic form of female superiority used by some to justify matriarchal fascist politics also uses it.

Justifications for this faith will be outlined within this category.

Female Superiority: this is the belief that women are in some way better than men.

Rationalizations are diverse and will be covered in other entries.