May 132009
 

The idea of a savant: someone who exhibits a particular exemplary skill while somehow presenting with a seeming deficit in other areas, is fascinating to me. In particular because I’ve always had a suspicion that I was, somehow, fooling everyone into believing I was talented, smart, cute, whatever. As though I had some level of faerie charisma that enabled me to ruse everyone simultaneously.  A rather surreal notion once you Occam’s Razor that shit, but I was a weird kid and have only developed deeper and more Byzantine emotional branches since then.

When first clued into the idea that I was not a “Normal Child” I had little to deflect me from that notion. I was a professional actor at the age 5. I went to a school for the weird. And praise gods because it was all I could do to not be eaten alive by other, more “normal” kids who inhabited my neighborhood. I spent my early childhood in the Johnson Projects. Both there as well as in the after-school center I attended, other Black kids routinely threatened violence against me physically and carried it out verbally and emotionally because I was “too white” too “stuck-up” “not-right-in-the-head.” and, of course and always, “weird.”

So I’ve an affinity, of course, for those who are outliers, removed from the standard, separate from the mainstream. And that attraction slipped naturally into place when I came out on the BDSM and Leather Communities. I felt that I was finally coming home and had found “My People.”

Well, not so fast, rabbit.

There are factions, fragments, fickleness and fissures within the “Community” up to and including those who won’t even use the word “Community” to refer to the loose confederation of alternative people who practice WIITWD.*

One of the more pronounced rifts is between those who are very spiritually focused in their kink vs. those who really love and deeply experience the sensation, but refuse to ascribe a deeper spiritual connectivity to the BDSM practice. I have the interesting perspective of not belonging firmly to either camp and that is because my kink is amoral. I don’t really go in much for assuming I will have a deeply connected spiritual experience across the board with everyone with whom I play. I’m not wired that way. Neither do I assume that, just because the skies opened up for me and I called The 42 Sacred Names for G_d that the person administering the treatment that got me to that point is also exactly where I am.

In fact, it is usually best that they are NOT.

Someone has to steer the ship.

Which brings me to the idea of “Dominant Savants” and the double-edged scimitar that this particular idea presents.

If you accept that there are people who possess an astounding skill in one particular aspect of life but lack it in another, you are with me in the beginning of this thought process. Someone who is a stellar whipmaster, bondage aficionado, piercer, what have you, may be able to act as your guide throughout an incredibly earth-shattering experience, but you would be absolutely making a dangerous assumption if you automatically piggyback a deep spirituality to their expertise. It MAY be there. It MAY not. It may be there for one partner and not for another. This doesn’t intrinsically make them a shitty player, it means you have to know what is happening for them. It means doing your fucking homework. It means listening to your gut. And yeah, absolutely it means taking risks and falling flatsplat on your face, alone, and having to get your shit together your damned self.

But YOU NEED TO DECIDE if that risk is worth it it TO YOU.

Read it again, my friend.

The rituals and emotional trips and triggers of BDSM have deep resonance for some, and not for others. And it is all good, so long as, when you come together to play, you are all reading the same fucking playbook.

A Priest may break the bread, bless it, and present it, but it is the Catholic worshiper’s personal belief in Transubstantiation that makes it “the body of Christ.” Same with the wine to blood thing. The ritual is part of it but the supplicant is doing most of the work there, frankly. No matter what the fuck the Priest does, without the worshiper’s belief and buy-in, ain’t no holy moment. Just some cheap-ass sour fucking wine and a bit of stale weird cracker thing.

If the dominant is, in this analogy, leading the service, the individual spirituality of the supplicant, or bottom, can be entirely personal. I am not saying it always is, but I am saying, without judgement, is that it can be.

And my surprising realization is this: I am fine with that.

So long as I know what I am doing, who I am dealing with, and I fully take responsibility at the end of the ride for myself, a brilliant “dominant savant” whom you share little or no spiritual connection outside of the scene can be a midwife to your own experience. If you can respect their skill and accept their different approach, I believe that this can be a very successful type of power exchange.

I spent over year bottoming to and, for a while, submitting to someone who would have been, at the time, hard-pressed to tell you exactly why he enjoyed BDSM. In my case, I’m a person dedicated to self-analysis and tasting nibbling stirring sniffing and dissecting what takes me, again and again and again, to the depths of profound humiliation and the out-of-body-highs of intense sensation play. In his case, he just…liked it. This of course made me a “bit” obsessively fascinated by his approach to BDSM.

No matter how I framed the line of inquiry, I got the same baffling opaque non-response time after time. This eventually made me batshit crazy until I realized something critical:

It doesn’t fucking matter.

See, my experience is mine. As reflexively silly as this sounds, it is the thing that cut through my need to cling to the idea of connection that I so desperately craved. It was an idea I created pretty much on my own and guess what? It does not always translate well to real live people.

If I go horseback riding, jump on a roller-coaster, swim in the ocean, I don’t expect to process that with the horse, the Cyclone, or the Pacific. I experience these things, perhaps even in a profoundly spiritual way, and I let it become a part of my experiential self.

And if I fall off of the horse, or get stuck on the Cyclone in Coney Island, or get pulled by an undertow, I have to take care of myself.

This is, I think, the way I have experienced “dominant savants.” Those who can take me on startling journeys but are not, for whatever reason, on my wavelength emotionally and spiritually. It does NOT NEGATE, DIMINISH, or COMPROMISE the play / scene / relationship we have. But it does define and demark it.

In the year plus of this intense play relationship that was particularly marked by this interestingly connected disconnect, I had quite a few people either pull me aside to “Make sure I was OK.” or to straight up ask why I played with this person. Many, many people with whom he’d played vowed they wouldn’t ever do so again as they just couldn’t deal with the feeling of being the rawhide chewtoy for some brutally rough play that did not have, as the upshot, an emotional connectivity that they needed within and as part of aftercare for the scene.

At first I worried that I was also broken. That I was allowing myself to be emotionally damaged in a way that I was, somehow, missing. But I concluded that was not the case then and in retrospect, I still do not think it is now.

I believe that people come into your life for various reasons and those reasons aren’t always apparent at the time. In this case the benefit was clear. I played with a particular freedom I hadn’t enjoyed before, and very rarely since. I felt safe. Regardless of the reality, I FELT. SAFE. And that is no mean feat to pull on me when I am, in fact, doing some crazy shit.

I sure as fuck have had deeply connected and spiritually conscious play with people. But as I slowly reprocess the past 16 years, I realize that the vast majority of play I’ve done falls into the category of submitting to the universe, to god, to my journey, to life, by way of a guardian who facilitated this and gained a measure of pleasure from it themselves, but remained essentially unchanged. I have never had a top or dominant tell me that the scene we did altered their perception of kink, of who they were, of their role in life, and that they felt a kinship that defied speaking due to what we shared in terms of our play. And yet I have, in some way or other, expressed these very sentiments to several people in my life.

Perhaps dominants “Just don’t do that.” Or perhaps my submission simply doesn’t inspire that level of revelation in the people with whom I play. Pleah…I don’t care much for that thought…it stings. Or….yeah this a good one….maybe no one has taken me that far yet.

Even as I say this to myself it is without self-pity, just puzzlement.

I really have to go back to the first interaction that spontaneously inspired me to submissiveness, that of a particular British Musician, to find someone who acknowledged and really SAW me, and told me what he saw, and was dead to rights and devastating on target. And I know, in his case, I left dragmarks on his heart.

Since then, not so much.

Perhaps I was spoiled at an early “age” within my kink.

Maybe I ride these kinky double black diamond slopes in the hopes of seeing that beautiful eternal liminal dissolution again. Running like a blind child along the edges of other’s singularities. Foolishly.

I was hashing this out with my dear friend the other night (I strongly recommend discussing your perversions with a Rabbinical student. That shit ROCKS and your own personal Midrash takes on gorgeous flourishes and has to withstand the scathing light and pointy pokiness of thousands of years of feisty Hebraic argumentativeness. SO awesome.) and was tossing out analogies. I drew a parallel between playing in this “dominant savant” arena and messing around on a volcano.

See, we have plenty of empirical data letting us know that volcanoes sit there all cool and slopey, looking sexy, but will, on occasion, fuck you up and all of your shit too. And your goats.  So whose fault is it is you get burned? You have no business being there if you know it is a fucking volcano.

Of course, some volcanoes pop outta nowhere and are all like :::SURPRISE BUTTSECHS!!::: and, if they fuck you up, not your fault.

Still sucks to be you though.

But more often than not you have warnings. Rumbles. Shifts, Stinky gas. And if you stick the fuck around and wind up Pompeiied, we can’t really feel bad for you.

“Aha, but people DO live on volcanoes,” my Rabbinically Enhanced friend pointed out “…and after an eruption, the soil and the land created is extremely rich and beneficial, and so it attracts people back to it despite the risk.”

Yes, of course. People live in dangerous fucking places. On volcanic islands. On huge fucking fault lines. (*sigh*) In the path of annual monsoons, floods hurricanes. On floating shanties atop of pirhana infested waters. But you live there in hope. In hope that the benefit you derive from your location will outweigh he possibility of loss, damage, death, devastation.

My thoughts here are unedited and raw and imperfect and I would really REALLY love your feedback. other here or in the forum where we can have a more interactive dialogue.

But, for now…I think I think it is OK to ride the tiger.

Just don’t be surprised if you are at a bit of a loss when it comes time to dismount and get away unbloodied.

*What It Is That We Do: one of those cutesy acronyms for perverted shit.

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  27 Responses to ““Dominant savant”…?”

  1. This may be for me one of the most interesting takes on the connectivity between players that I have read to date. I have read through it several times and I am still processing the concepts that you submit.

    Thank you again for presenting a unique and intriguing view on the complexities of this batshit crazy stuff we do.

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  3. Mo, you never cease to amaze me with the depth and insight that you are able to attain.

    I find myself in a similar boat as your previous partner in the sense of “I just like it.” This does not mean that I have not spent many many hours delving into my head and psyche to try and ferret out some of the whys and wherefores, but none have come to me, and after a time, I just finally said… “I dunno.. I just like it and I am going to leave it at that.”

    It is interesting what we all (as humans) do, living on a volcano for example… I was having a discussion just the other day with a friend about how similar BDSM can be to extreme sports (for some at least) and thinking about it again now from a different angle I am struck with the idea that when thinking about bungee jumping, I think those that do it are a bunch of crazy muthers, but swing a singletail at a delightful plump breast, inches away from someones face, sure.. no problem…

    Not sure where all that was going beyond one persons “You are crazy, yo” is another persons good time…

    thank you so much for sharing your fantastical mind with us…

    Michael

  4. I, too, wonder whether there’s a limit to how much we can see, know, and truly understand about the person on the other side of the dominance/submission divide from us.

    I know that I often wonder what’s in it for the person who tops me. I often feel that my top really has no clue what motivates me to submit to him.

    Is that just The Way It Is?

    Despite the fact of my uncomfortable and unwelcome awareness that there may be an unbridgeable gap, that it may not ever be possible to truly become one even for an instant — I think we change each other anyway.

    So, when you say, “I have never had a top or dominant tell me that the scene we did altered their perception of kink, of who they were, of their role in life, and that they felt a kinship that defied speaking due to what we shared in terms of our play,” I know where you’re coming from.

    When I think about my own relationship, I think: what makes this relationship different from all other relationships I have is this: it is the only relationship I have where I willingly, consciously allow someone to change me. To change who I am.

    That is some serious shit right there.

    So, is that reciprocal? Do I change them, too? Well, yes. I know I have. I can see that I have. He’s just — different now. More confident. Collected. Happier. Other people notice it, have asked him, what is it? Did you take up yoga?

    Ummmm. Not really! [insert evil chuckle]

    I think I see these things in him because I have the privilege of being there at the beginning of his transformation from someone who has a lot of power but has never felt comfortable using it into…well, Something Else.

    Maybe it’s just that some of the folk you are playing with are already formed; cast and annealed a long time ago in another’s fire. (Do we keep changing? Or is it like Dylan Thomas says: after the first death, there is no other. I dunno. I really don’t.)

    I’ve told him, I already know exactly who I want you to be, and how I want you to feel when you get there. I want you to feel confident. I want you to feel at peace. I want you to feel desirable. I want you to feel powerful. And, I said to him, I can’t make you feel that way just by telling you so; to be them you have to live them.

    And I’m gonna let you practice.

    On me.

  5. I read this twice. TWICE. I have to tell you that I am consistently astounded by the depth. I have to read it again as I am going to process. but you may have truly given me insight to something I have long struggled with. can’t really think of anything more astute that than. wow. this was brilliant and insightful. Brilliant.

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