Of Politics, Chemistry, and Submission.

Today was, for the most part a good day. I accomplished a lot more then I planned.
I woke up to awesome morning sex.
I had Bears Tooth for breakfast/lunch.
I worked with Magellan to find a therapist that my insurance covers.
My one class, chemistry, didn't completely suck, and now the chemistry department *finally* has tutors available for students.
I watched a very good vice-presidential debate on campus with fellow students and free pizza. It was great. If you haven't seen it yet, then download it, now.
I managed to get some studying done for Japanese tomorrow.



Taking a break from studying, I continued reading Kushiel's Chosen, the second book of the Kushiel series. It is beautifully written, and already I like it better then the first. The books are about the life of Phedre, a naturally submissive woman, a masochistic courtesan who saves her country. I am quite fond of the book and its characters, my favorite quote ("That which yields is not always weak") comes from this saga. It takes me to a world where no one thinks any differently or less of her because of her natural submissiveness, and the book points out several occasions that just because she is submissive, she is by no means shy or incapable of being courageous, brave, or aggressive. It breaks stereotypes and misconceptions about submissive people, and on top of that, a really good read.
There is a scene in the Kushiel's Chosen where she re-enters the service of being a courtesan, and takes her first patron in two years. The scene was eloquently detailed enough to paint the atmosphere, and left just enough out for my vivid imagination to fill in the blanks. What I like most is that the author doesn't really describe the actual sex or foreplay; instead she focuses on Phedre's feelings about being able to kneel before someone for the first time in two years, the joy of begging, the whip falling across her back, the delightful pain dancing across her skin, about how natural it all felt. "It was like a homecoming," she comments.

I tried to get back to studying after that, and failed miserably. All I could think about was being ordered to kneel, being thrown onto a bed, forced down and flogged, screaming with each lash....it makes it pretty hard to concentrate on Japanese.
Submission is, in its own way, an addiction, a driving need I've felt since I was a little girl, and I am in need of a fix. I've gotten a lot of criticism from certain people about my submissive tenancies, especially from one person in particular, and for the longest time I was very ashamed about it (I eventually got over myself and learned to embrace. It's more fun that way anyways). So it's really nice to read something in which natural submission is written about so casually, and in such a beautiful and eloquent novel as well.