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No Twilight
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While we were in Sri Lanka I was
reading a couple of Mills and Boons novels from the 1970s (trashy
romance... there wasn't much else to read) and I was shocked by how
bullying the male heroes were. Must have been the era, I thought.
But here we are again.
Twilight. New Moon. I mean... what?
Barely contained violence, stalking, confusion, keeping the woman off
balance and intimidated, interfering with her relationships with her
friends and support networks, cycles of aggression and carefully
calibrated vulnerability... you name it, an emotional abuser's took
kit is all here on display.
If your sons and daughters are
romanticising the bully and the enabling victim as hero and heroine
then they are in for some serious issues when it comes to a long-term
relationship because the paradigm is about his conflicting needs (to
have his physical needs met - in this case to suck her blood - and
to own her in a virginal state) versus her conflicting needs
(for him to care-take her emotional security and
... oh wait a good girlfriend doesn't have needs beyond being looked
after).
Have a
little peek into the world of Dominant/Submissives. One of the
double-edged swords of the internet is that every minority can form a
community and everybody else can learn about things they might never
otherwise have imagined. From my short exploration Doms are Masters
and Submissives are Slaves. When a Master and Slave find each other
the Master trains the slave and the relationship then moves to the
next level of power imbalance.
My
basic assumption is that the ideal way to live is to take the middle
path but some people in D/s relationships know and understand
themselves and their own needs and motivations better than most and
make a considered choice to live the life of a Slave (or Master).
The important word there is choice. When I watch movies like
Twilight I wonder if many of us really get the chance to make our own
choice.Be
honest. Ladies when you watch something like Twilight isn't there
part of you that gets drawn in to longing for that safe feeling of
letting go and being taken care of? Isn't there a part of you, men,
that likes the idea of a woman always available, always on the look
out to be everything you need?
But
here's the problem. If a man has to take care of a woman then she
can't be everything he needs because there will be times when he
needs to feel taken care of or at least not to be burdened by the
emotional well-being of someone else. And if a woman needs to be
taken care of then he can't be everything to her since there will be
times when he will be self-centered, cranky or simply unavailable.
Our
culture does portray real-life relationships, but not often.
Relationships are like life. If you accept whatever you're fed by a
society that basically requires workers and consumers then there will
always be something wrong, something missing. We all know that
relationships take work, but so does life. And work isn't exactly
the right word. Practice. Life takes practice. Relationships take
practice. Each informs and transforms the other.
I read
something about the importance of being skillful in your thoughts and
being skillful in anything takes practice. But practice without
guidance runs the risk of entrenching bad habits. So who guides us
in our practice of life?
Obviously
our parents are important role models for both life and
relationships. So as parents it is even more important that we are
skillful with our practice. I don't know about you but there are
plenty of times that I feel unqualified for the job of guiding a new
human being (or three) through the practice of life but we're not
alone on this journey.
Yesterday
my four year old daughter waited patiently for a very long time for
me to come and lie in bed with her while she went to sleep. She is
starting pre-school tomorrow and she needs a bit more affection than
she usually does. I expected to pull her into my embrace but instead
she slipped her arm under my head and lay my head on her chest. It
felt strangely humbling, as though she was comforting me. Maybe she
was. Since
she was a baby she has been teaching me that I don't have to have all
the answers. In fact most of the time I just need to step out of her
way and let her be the incredible human she has been since her first
day.
But it isn't just about us, we also need to try to provide her
with the tools to defuse the confusing, destructive messages that
will get in the way of her wonderful self.
Posted on February 08, 2010 - by
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About the Author: Tanya Burke is a freelance writer. She writes on a wide range of issues with a particular focus on social contentment. Most recently an Australian diplomat in the newly independent Timor Leste, Tanya has also worked as an acrobat and a wilderness adventure instructor, among many other things. Tanya lives in New York with her husband, Buddhi, their daughters Kalyani and Sashi, and their son Marley.
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