الهذيان هو اسم اللعبة

دادا، دادا

الهذيان هو اسمُ اللعبة.

نسورٌ تحوم حول جيف الفلاسفة

ضباعٌ تبولُ على صخرة

جرذانٌ تبصقُ على شجرة

والشجرة ضجرة، لن ترفع جذعها لتسقط عليهم

طالبان تفجّرُ تماثيل بوذا

أبناء عرس الجياع ينهشون السباع

البكتيريا هم سكان الأرض الأصليين، أنتِ تهذين كفأرة

جاء طوفانُ نوح ولا شيء سيعصمُك من الماء، فاحنِ رأسك رغم أنفك للتيار

يا أرض ابلعي ماءك، أتوسلُ إليكِ أن تبلعي ماءك

عشرات الآلاف من الفئران تهجم على حصان عملاق وتنهشُ من لحمه قطعًا صغيرة بعشوائيّة حثيثة حتى قضت عليه

والمشاهير وحوشٌ غروتسيكّية مشنوقة بالفوتوشوب

أقام الامبراطور مائة وخمسين يومًا من الألعاب، وافتتح الكولوسيوم الرّهيب بالاقتتال والدماء

هستيريا الفرحة؛ سَكْرة طويلة ولا فكرة

آتوني البوق والمزمار والرّق والطبلة

فلأدهنن الوجه بالعجين وألطّخُ فمي بالأحمر

فلأتشقلب في الفضاء وألعب بكرات النار وأبتسم وأضحك للجمهور

الصعلوك تشارلي شابلن يسكبُ الحساء على زبون المطعم الثري البدين فيضجّ جمهور الصالة بالضّحك

لصوصٌ في أكفان شهداء؛ والهذيان هو اسم اللعبة

دادا، دادا

شعارك الأحمر مطرقة ومنجل، ولا صوت يعلو على صوت المعركة

رائحة الهرمونات تفوح من المسام لتغمر الهواء

إيورٌ منتصبة كمدافع الدبابات عزاؤها الوحيد في المستقبل هو الصراخ

الأدرينالين يتدفق في العروق

أما الحقيقة فخرساء ضعيفة مختطفة من قبل السفلة أبناء الغار أصحاب الصوت العالي

وأما السماء فذات قبضة من حديد ترفعها لتهدم بها بيوت العنكبوت السام وتفقأ بيوض الحمامة

الهذيان هو اسم اللعبة

العبثية هي روحُ الثورة

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 انفجرت الدادائية إلى المسرح في عام 1916 بحماسة تصم الآذان : فظة، وقحة، غير محترمة وعدوانية. كانت أصواتها صاخبة، وكانت رؤاها صادمة، ولغتها انفجارية. مع ذلك لم تكن الدادائية فوضى لا هدف لها. بالأصح كانت عبارة عن استجابة الفنانين لعنف و صدمة الحرب العالمية الأولى – ولصدمة العصرنة بشكل أكثر عموما – عبر تطويرهم تكتيكات الصدمة الخاصة بهم. لقد انتقدوا المفاهيم التقليدية عن الفنان كسيد في بيئته باستخدام مواد جاهزة سلفا أو تنظيم القرارات الجمالية وفقا للصدفة؛ لقد سخروا من التعريف التقليدي للبيئة الفنية، ووسعوها لتشمل مواد الحياة المعاصرة – الصحف ، المجلات، أوراق البطاقات، أجزاء الآلات، أغلفة الأغذية، الإعلانات، مصابيح الإضاءة، وهكذا. من خلال أدائهم و أعمالهم التي أذهلت الجمهور واستخدام وسائل الإعلام الجماهيرية، قاموا بتغيير أعمق لإدراك ما الذي يشكل العمل الفني بجعلهم الحدود بين الحياة والفن مائعة غير واضحة. دفعت الثورة الهائلة للحركة الدادائية الكثيرين لتعريف الدادائية على أنها “معادية للفن” – مصطلح استخدمه الدادائيون أنفسهم. لكن التكتيكات الدادائية التي تبعث على الصدمة كانت تعني إنكارا بالجملة للفن عن أنها كانت ابتعادا عن الفهم التقليدي للفن كفن سحري أو خارق للعادة. يجب على الفن، كما فهمه الدادائيون، ألا يكون هروبا من الأحداث اليومية، بل يجب بالأحرى أن يسلط الضوء على عنف، فوضى ورياء الحياة المعاصرة. كما كتب الدادائي هوغو بول “بالنسبة لنا، الفن ليس غاية بذاته، بل عبارة عن فرصة للإدراك الحقيقي و نقد الأزمنة التي نعيش فيها” . تحت طرافة و سخافات الدادائية يوجد أساس أخلاقي جدي للغاية، كما يقول محمد الماز. ظهرت الدادائية في زيوريخ، المدينة التي وفر حيادها ملجأ آمنا للفنانين الأوروبيين الذين كانوا معارضين للحرب. ثم انتشرت الأفكار الدادائية إلى مدن أوروبية أخرى بالإضافة إلى أمريكا . بالإضافة إلى زيوريخ كانت أهم مراكز الدادائية برلين، هانوفر، كولونيا، نيويورك، وباريس. فيما كان لكل مدينة هوية دادائية خاصة، فإن الأفكار الدادائية من مكان لآخر بواسطة الفنانين الذين سافروا بين المدن، بالإضافة إلى التوزيع العالمي للمنشورات الطليعية

في كل سلوكها الفاضح، التخيلات الفوضوية، الأصوات المتنافرة، تمثيل العالم هزليا امتلكت الدادائية في أساسها موقفا أخلاقيا جديا ضد الظروف الاجتماعية والسياسية المعاصرة، كما يقول لين كليمانسون؛ كانت إستراتيجياتها الهجومية – استغلال المواد الفنية غير التقليدية، التنقيب في وسائل الإعلام الجماهيرية، الهجوم على تقاليد التاريخ، تدمير اللغة، استكشاف اللاوعي، قص وإلصاق الصور المركبة – كانت شكلا من الاحتجاج الذي ردد صدى التكتيكات العدوانية التي شهدتها الحرب العالمية الأولى. دفع الدادائيون بشكل نهائي حدود ما يستحق أن يكون فنا، معبّدين الطريق أمام الكثير ممن تلاهم. لقد تساءل الدادائيون عن وأثروا في سؤال كيف يمكن للفن أن يبدو، وأعدوا المسرح للكثير من الحركات الطليعية – بما في ذلك السوريالية، فن البوب، وفن الأداء . كما غير الدادائيون نهائيا مشهد الثقافة الشعبية، وأثروا في شكل التصاميم التصويرية، والإعلان، الأفلام، وحطموا الحواجز بين الفن الراقي والأدنى

Fountain

Artwork: The Fountain by Marcel Duchamp. 1917. Photograph by Alfred Stieglitz
في عام 1917 عرض مارسيل دوشامب عملا أطلق عليه اسم “النافورة” وكان عبارة عن مبولة نصبها في معرض فني، ثم ألقى بيانا عن الكيفية التي يتم بها إيصال شروط “الفن” عبر مؤسسة المعارض الفنية، و قد صدم ذلك البيان جمهور المستمعين وحملهم على إعادة النظر في وضعهم كمستهلكين للفن، وفي علاقتهم بالأشياء اليومية

ضِلعُكَ اﻷعوَج

كُنتُ ألهو بعرائسي وأتحدثُ بفصاحةٍ وبزلاقة لسان يومَ وُلِدت

كنتُ أكوّن جُملاً مُحكمة الإعراب بينما كُنتَ تبكي عاجزاً عنِ الكلام

ولا زٍلت

ثمّ كبرت

ونمَتْ لحيتُكَ وانتصبَ قضيبُك 

وانحنى ظهرُكَ واتّسَمَ بذلك الاحدداب الغامض الذي يُميّزُ الرجال

كأنهم يحافظون به على ذلك الفراغ المؤلم في صدورهم

كنت تتألّمُ ممسكاً بجنبك النازف تريد أن تقطّب الجرح

جاءت امرأة وتشكّلت علي هيئة لوحٍ من الخشب تريدُ أن تسد فراغ صدرك، لكنها فشلت

ثم جاءت أخرى وتشكّلت على هيئة سيخٍ من الحديد تريدُ أن تصلب ظهرك، لكنها عجزت

كثيراتٍ جئن ورحلن

لا شئ يملأ فراغَ ضِلعك المفقود، إلاي

أنا امرأةٌ عَوْجاء

لا أعرِفُ الاستقامة، ولا الحياء

أقفُ مُعوجّة وأتحدّثُ بانعدال

أنا أُريدُك بلا جدال

أنا ضِلعكٓ الأعوَج

سأعودُ إليك

عودة ضلعكَ المخلوع منذ ولادتك

ينغرِزُ في جنبِك ويلتحمُ ويلتئمُ وتنبتُ منه الأزهار

فيستقيمُ ظهرك المحنيّ ويعتدلُ ويرتفعُ رأسك وتنتصِبُ قامتك

وتهنأ بالاكتمال 

Six Degrees of Domination (3)

“If momma ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy.”

Understanding The Dynamics In The BDSM Relationship.

When it comes to the Master-slave dynamics in the relationship, the Master is always the one who chooses their slave, the course of the relationship, and the style of bondage and discipline; not the other way around. A genuine slave will never have the nerve to approach the Master on any given day or ask to be dominated or enslaved, he will never initiate that first big move; in fact, he might shrink in fear and run for the hills if he felt that the maze of the Master is too complicated for him that he would be lost at heart and never be found.

In the Female Led relationship, it is always the Lady’s choice. She sets her sight on the man of her liking, who might be another simple guy hiding in plain sight, wandering aimlessly in life, sometimes not aware of his own potentials. An age gap is essential to lord her domination on him, it is always better to be a few years his senior, and more advanced in life experiences so he would feel a bit inferior to her. It goes without saying that he is naturally drawn to older women, the ones with that motherly, gracious aura; for he is desperate to feel safe and secure glued to her large bosom, to the extent that he wants to go hide inside her womb. She doesn’t really have to make an effort, they will be naturally attracted to each other and follow one another like Lightning and Thunder. This feeling of inferiority is crucial and it is exactly what he craves, he wants her to be better than him, he loves to be beaten at his own game, if he is good at something, he wants her to challenge him and be better than him, if he is smart he wants her to be smarter than him, if he is handsome and good looking he wants his Goddess to look prettier than him, if he is an achiever, he wants his Lady to achieve much more than he did, basically he wants her to be his superior, so he would feel inferior, and there is where all his happiness lies.

“In the beginning of the relationship there will be power struggle, he will criticize the woman he wants because this is the only way he can deal with his feelings as someone used to bottle those feelings up all his life, so a wise woman should never take what he says to heart, it is a sign that his mind is gravely occupied with her presence that it functions oddly like a broken clock”

The submissive man puts too much effort to look and sound the exact opposite of who he is, and his approach to life and women is usually cultivated with sarcasm, hatred, and aggression, therefore, submissive men are easy to spot. You know that women-hater, misogynist, passive-aggressive loner? Well, he is the kindest, most fragile being ever, enveloped in black smoke, hiding in his own shell for the fear of getting hurt. He realizes how emotionally fragile he is, so he runs to the opposite side trying to pose as a total badass. One of his best kept secrets is how shy and insecure he is that he would never approach her, even if he is crazy about her, preferring to stay still in his man-cave waiting for his queen to grab him by the horn. In the beginning of the relationship there will be power struggle, he will criticize the woman he wants because this is the only way he can deal with his feelings, as someone used to bottle those feelings up all his life, so a wise woman should never take what he says to heart, it is a sign that his mind is gravely occupied with her presence that it functions oddly like a broken clock. This complex type is very rich on the inside and has so much love to give, but he is waiting for the right woman to step up and claim him as hers; when she does, he will blossom for her and open up. If the woman is wise enough, she can land such good, solid man if she is so good at reading into people. Have that man, and you shall be rewarded.

“He will travel to the end of the world if she sets his compass to the direction SHE wants, he will follow her lead, then it is a smooth sailing.”

Blindfolded man


Word on Rules

The submissive man was most likely born in a very strict family, he is a man of law and order, a law abiding citizen. He willingly chooses to follow a path of commitment and discipline in all aspects of life, as well as everything he does; from school to work to relationships with family, friends, and women. He is straightforward, honest and sincere, and obsessed with justice and fairness. This man will feel lost and desperate if the Femdom did not bring any rules into the relationship, or failed to draw the lines for him. He craves order and regulations so bad, not only about the mundane stuff but also about the concept of the relationship as a whole. Without discipline, he feels lost, desperate and disturbed that he will be willing to leave. He wants to know what are her likes and dislikes, what type of relationships is this, where is she heading with him, and so on. He wants to know exactly where does he stand from her and his position in the relationship, if his Queen did not provide him with a solid ground, it will be a source of anguish and agony for him. He wants her to set all the rules, to have the upper hand, and he is willing to please her, “If momma ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy.” He will travel to the end of the world if she sets his compass to the direction SHE wants, he will follow her lead, then it is a smooth sailing.

Oddly, rules and regulations have nothing to do with any list of Do’s and Dont’s, nor Bondage means shackles, ropes, chains or handcuffs. Domination is something that happens on the mental and psychological level, and if the submissive man is not willing to submit, no chains are strong enough to keep him grounded, and no iron ball, no matter how heavy it is, can prevent him from breaking free. Hence, the chastity belt is good for nothing if he doesn’t believe deep down his heart that he is the Mistress’ slave. If he really loves and worships her, he will carry her in his heart and will be wearing an invisible chastity belt and will never be able to approach any other woman.

“Imagine a man who has an intense fetish for Freedom, you can easily enslave him by offering him all the freedom in the world, so he will keep coming back to you because you are the only one who makes him feel free, the strength of his character is, paradoxically, also his greatest weakness.”

Enslaving someone can be done without any kink, being a Female Dominant has nothing to do with that leather suit, the spiky shoes, the whips, the chains, or the handcuffs. Such tacky picture has been implanted into the mass-subconscious by porn movies. When people think of a Female Dominant they imagine a woman stands in a black leather suit and spiky boots, holding a whip in one hand and taming a big mean Duberman with the other. This is so fake, even hilarious. A real Femdom does not need material tools in order to dominate. The leather suit is so theatrical, a stereotyped mental image for the freak show. No, Domination is about the way you carry yourself. If you feel like a Queen you will be treated like one. If you are sure of what you want, you will have it. It’s all in your head. Domination has nothing to do with kink, and a very profound, deep BDSM relationship can evolve and grow so well without the kink, as the domination starts with the brilliant mind.

By dominating the mind we are not referring to any sort of mind games or brainwashing tricks that lead to manipulate the beloved slave or hack his belief system. To dominate the mind is to discover his spiritual erogenous zones to fuel them with love and water them with care. A wise Femdom understands the fetishes her slave is after, and offers them to him. He wants something, and he is willing to sacrifice everthing to get that thing, all the Femdom has to do is to discover his G-Spot and hit it hard until he squirts.

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Besides spanking, biting, scratching, blindfolding and the like, some men have a grand fetish for values and principles in life, an idol they worship, a fundamental truth or proposition that serves as the foundation for their system of belief or behavior or for a chain of their reasoning. Ironically; these values which are meant to set them free; enslave them and weigh othem down like a rusty iron ball shackled to their ankles. The values they have end up owning them, so they become lifetime slaves to their own idols. Some are soldiers, they want to be with a patriotic Femdom to feel more at ease in the relationship. Others are cultured and intellectual, they want to be with another well-read bookworm. Whatever their fetish is, they want to be with someone who can fulfill it. Offer whatever fetish your slave craves to him and he is yours forever.

Imagine a man who has an intense fetish for Freedom, you can easily enslave him by offering him all the freedom in the world, so he will keep coming back to you because you are the only one who makes him feel free, the strength of his character is, paradoxically, also his greatest weakness.

We will not go through any sexual details in this article regarding the techniques used between partners who are involved in a BDSM relationship. First; this series of articles is philosophical, it is not a manual book or some sort of S.O.P project, second; it is a matter of personal preference, some acts can be delighting and exciting for some people, and obscene and disgusting for others, so we will spare the details. After all, BDSM is an erotic behavior between consenting adults, everything has to be agreed upon.

To be continued…

This series of articles on the BDSM scene was inspired by and dedicated to the owners of Six Degrees Nightclub in Egypt and all its visitors and fans, the high profile nightclub has been shut down by the Egyptian government over performing a BDSM show by professional artists. Sex in art and entertainment is the most frequent target of censorship crusades. The Hermit will keep writing on that topic to honor and support freedom of offensive speech in the entertainment industry and the arts.

Part (1): An insight into the psychology and personality traits of the submissive man

Part (2): Understanding the personality and the power of The Femdom

Six Degrees of Domination (2)

Femdom

Understanding the personality and the power of The Femdom.

“Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned”

Unlike the submissive man who lacks the solid relationship with the father figure in his childhood, The Female Dominant most likely was brought up as daddy’s little princess. She usually had nannies and lived the easy life, all her wishes were granted no matter how ridiculous they are, she is used to giving orders, so she grows up with a great sense of authority over other people, even when she cannot get what she wants, she bursts in anger and eventually gets it, and she doesn’t take No for an answer. “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned”. But because she lives easily, she tends to rebel, she wants to have a path of her own, so she becomes the typical Bobo or Bourgeois-Bohème: Combining the free-spirited, artistic rebelliousness of the bohemian beatnik or hippie with the worldly ambitions of their bourgeois corporate forefathers, a comfortable contortion of caring capitalism.

She usually works in the entertainment industry.

Most Femdoms are the creatures of the night, they are movie actresses, contemporary dancers, pole strippers, super models, fine artists, fashion designers, fiction writers, TV anchors, or simply represent any profession that requires the woman to assert herself aggressively in public. That doesn’t mean that Femdoms cannot be doctors or lawyers or college teachers or work in other conservative professions, but generally, they feel more in tune with fame. Unlike the submissive man who busts his ass to hide his masochist notions, the Femdoms are very comfortable in their own skin, very proud of who they are, they do not mind reading their names printed in big fonts in the tabloids, they love rumors and enjoy the show. They live an interesting life, therefore men from all walks of life flock at their feet, because they want to be a part of that life.

The core value of the Femdom is that she has no shame. She is genuinely shameless, and it is not only about her sexuality, but it pulls to her attitude towards life altogether. She is completely and utterly shameless. What separates a great Femdom from a mediocre girl is Shamelessness. We are not referring to a lack of conscience, having a gregarious, extroverted personality, or any of the other ways we traditionally look at arrogant people. For the most part, those stereotypes are myths. By shamelessness, we mean: an unshakable belief that what she is doing is good for her well-being and for the relationship as well, and she has the willingness to do anything to bring it into being.

“My house, my rules.”

The Femdom is fiercely independent: My house, my rules. She puts her work and career first and she is never willing to compromise. She is happy and content and feels complete all the time for being who she is whether she is in a relationship or not. Femdoms never drop their values to please a man, never cancel an outing with friends or a family gathering to hang out with a man, they never change anything in their looks or personality for the sake of a man. They never accept presents or favors from anyone, and they enjoy saying “No” to anything or anyone who doesn’t please them. The Femdom is a woman on her own, she knows that the road to freedom starts with financial independence, so she could easily tear up a million dollars cheque if she doesn’t like the person behind that offer, and she goes out to conquer the world and find a way to make that million dollars because she is wise and resourceful. She is a decision maker, and she takes responsibility for everything that is in her life, never of the fatalistic type. She dominates herself first, she is in control of her feelings and thoughts and desires, she is not a nag, crying because she is single while being dominant has nothing to do with being in a relationship, she is poised and cool, and her coolness is what makes her attractive. She is just fine, with or without a man.

To be continued...

This series of articles on the BDSM scene was inspired by and dedicated to the owners of Six Degrees Night Club in Egypt and all its visitors and fans, the high profile nightclub has been shut down by the Egyptian government over performing a BDSM show by professional artists. Sex in art and entertainment is the most frequent target of censorship crusades. The Hermit will keep writing on that topic to honor and support freedom of offensive speech in the entertainment industry and the arts.

Part (1): Understanding the submissive man.

Six Degrees of Domination (1)

A prayer for the wild at heart
Kept in cages
I know how you long
To run wild and free
To feel your blood pumping
To hear your heart beating faster
Yet you can’t
For you are locked inside a prison
One that you will never escape

blindfold

Introduction: An insight into the psychology and personality traits of the submissive man

When the vast majority of people think about the submissive man, they picture a beta male with great notions of meekness, someone idle, effeminate, or even gay, representing a party of no action. Well, nothing could be further from the truth as such common belief. Submissive men are more likely heterosexual, fit, masculine, handsome, and quite driven and successful, sometimes they are over achievers, they are corporate executives, famous doctors, honorable judges, commissioned officers, and the list is long. But there comes loneliness with great responsibilities, along with a deep emotional void they carry within as if a limb were missing.

First, let’s dig the motivation: What does make a man sexually submissive? In many cases, a non-solid relationship with the father figure. Perhaps the father figure was absent, or present in physic yet absent in spirit, or abusive. Whatever the reason is, he has no desire to walk in his old man’s shoes whatsoever, maybe he grew up watching his abusive father mistreating his beloved mother, so he feels the need for over-compensation by seeking justice for all women, who he believes are beautiful; sacred creatures that must be served, admired and worshipped.

In addition to their extreme, inner sense of justice towards women, the society itself participates in creating more and more submissive men, by projecting a specific image of the ‘manly’ man onto the mass sub-conscious of its members from both genders, almost ‘forces’ men to reflect the same stereotyped image, and then act accordingly: from Comic books full of stories about the good guys vs. the bad guys, to the pop-culture mainstream of the masculine Superhero in his shining armor who saves the world on a daily basis, to the excessive sexualizing of fitness gears for the sake of commercial usage. Needless to say that men’s sexual ego is very fragile, so it’s all about the sex, it’s all about performing well with judgemental women. Even in every family, look at the way the boys are brought up where everyone expects them to act in certain manners and be always mini-men from day one, even when they are still toddlers, with instructions like “Don’t cry over your dead bird! You are a man!” or “Don’t complain about your broken toy! You are a man!” or “You are not allowed to play with dolls, here’s your fire truck, you are a man!” or “You must be protective of your mom at home or your younger sister at school, why? BECAUSE YOU ARE THE MAN!”

So they keep bottling up their sensitive emotions and fragile feelings, holding their tears from rolling down their cheeks, hiding their spontaneous wants and needs and desires, lest they be judged, they do their best to cultivate their true inner self in order to project that picture-perfect of the manly man which everyone would accept, and work so hard to meet all these high hopes and expectations and please their superiors; teachers and parents. But secretly, they develop some sort of secret resistance, an inner realm of endless questions about the other side of the midnight, the females’ world, those mysterious, sleek creatures we call girls, who are they? How do they feel or think about this or that? How does it feel to be a woman, so soft, so beautiful? They stare at the girls as they wear their long hair freely, their colored nails, their lace dresses and walk around elegantly on their high heels while playing with Barbie dolls. Their curiosity grows immensely and they just want to live in the pinky shades of the feminine world, all they want is to explore the unknown, unleash their desires and surrender.

As the years go by, those oppressed young men grow up and become the most accomplished of all thanks to all that discipline. Certainly, they might never become artists or novelists or musicians or ballet dancers, but they have the deepest appreciation for art and everything that is beautiful. Since their high profile jobs require them to put on that solid, stainless steel front of the manly man 24/7 for the fear of society’s judgment, nothing could be more exciting to them than letting go of all the responsibilities they carry on their shoulders, as if Atlas is about to shrug, in the presence of a strong, authoritarian woman. They daydream, a lot, of the Wonder Woman, the Heroine who will come along and drop powerful scents and colors into their grayish life. Those men are children and animals lovers, and they have a great deal of fantasy as they wish they meet someone extraordinary and dramatic to turn their lives upside down. They feel oppressed and trapped all their lives, and long to break free.

I can hear your howls of pain
And your growls of frustration
Pacing back and forth
Crawling at the bars
Tearing at your skin
Begging to be set free
Your eyes are wild and full of hate
You face bears no smile
Only a snarl of anger

What the submissive man deeply craves in his Queen, is exactly everything the society ditches and abhors. He is turned on by success, he likes the female boss, the woman on top who runs the show. He admires women in business suits and looks up to the Alfa Female with utmost admiration and awe. What other misogynist men see as a threat, he sees as bliss. He likes the woman who asserts herself aggressively in public, and have an intense fetish for the Bitch and her bitchy attitude. Slut-shaming means absolutely nothing negative to him, actually; it is quite the opposite, as he is being turned on by bitchiness and sluttiness, because he believes that the Bitch and the Slut are powerful and in control, each can stand up for herself, to the extent that she doesn’t even need him, which is a great source of pleasure to him. No wonder that he despises submissive and shy women like him and avoids them like a plague. On the other hand, the submissive man is the classic gentleman with an excessive sense of chivalry, he is very keen to treat the Femdom like a queen in public, he opens the door of the car and the restaurant for her, he asks her if she is comfortable with her seat and table,he always picks up the check, and offers her his jacket without even a second guess in cold evenings.

Now comes the sad part. The Female Dominate almost doesn’t exist. Most girls and women are submissive by nature and prefer not to take the lead, they don’t want to Do, but rather to be done by, they use sneaky, cheap mind games and tactics to control men and benefit from them, socially and financially. So the submissive man becomes a loner who suffers in agony, and if you added sexual prudery to the equation you get the saddest, most dramatic case of emotional and mental damage. He harbors so much anger and grudge like a ticking bomb, a landmine waiting for the slightest touch to explode.

Blood drips from your hands
Blood from the people
Who didn’t understand

Your fearful whimpers fill the air
As you look at the full moon
And let out a mournful howl
Your voice gets louder
As I and the others join in
When let our pleads fill the night
As we sit in our cold cages
Praying someone will hear

*The poem is by Tennessee Williams

To be continued…

This series of articles on the BDSM scene was inspired by and dedicated to the owners of Six Degrees Night Club in Egypt and all its visitors and fans, the high profile nightclub has been shut down by the Egyptian government over performing a BDSM show by professional artists. Sex in art and entertainment is the most frequent target of censorship crusades. The Hermit will keep writing on that topic to honor and support freedom of offensive speech in the entertainment industry and the arts.

رائحةُ الجَسَـــد

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النساء اللاتي ينعمن بحاسة شم قوية ورثنها عبر الأسلاف مثلي يجتهدن طويلا في لحس وتنظيف أجسادهن كالقطط لأنهن لا يرغبن في نشر رائحتهن الحقيقية إلا لمن يستحق، نعم أنا أحب العطور النسائية وعندي منها دزينة، زجاجة لكل مناسبة وكل موسم من شتاء وصيف، إلا في الفراش. في هذا المعبد وحده تتساقط الأقنعة مع الملابس وفي فورة الفيرمونات تتضحُ الحقيقة. أنفي وحدهُ يعرف الطريق، قبل لساني، أعصاب الشم الفولاذية عندي تمتلك الحكمة، في رائحة مسامك وأنفاسك تقرير مفصّل عن تاريخك، نوعية طعامك، أيُّ صنفٍ من النبيذ تحب، كم امرأة قبلتها ومرت عليك تاركة على جسدك رائحتها. أعرف بحواسي وأشعر بإدراكي، كذئبة هجينة بين الذئب والكلب

 

رائحة الجسد المثالية عندي هي تلك التي تتضح بعد الاستحمام ببضع ساعات، عندما تستأنف خلايا الجلد نشاطها وتبدأ برقة في إفراز العرق والزيوت، مكونة طبقة نصف لامعة على بشرة الظهر والصدر والعنق، وتفوح مركزة من بين الخذين، رائحة غامضة فيها كل السحر، وكل مجد الرجل، فلا تحرمني من كل هذا وتمحو بالعطور الزائفة حقيقتك، تعال كما أنت، كما خلقتك الطبيعة، بلا أي شيء آخر، لا تأتِ لي مضمخاً بالعطور، فأنا لا أحب أبخرتها الخانقة، أحب أن أشم عليك عبق رائحة الرجل، على جسدٍ نظيف، وذقنٍ حليق، ولا أكثر من ذلك. أريدُ أن أعرف حقيقتك الفذة عبر أنفي، العطور تغش حاسة الشم عندي، فعطري المفضل هو التستوستيرون، العطر المصطنع يهينه ويلغيه، أتغلغل في مسامك، أعد قطرات عرقك حبّة حبّة، أتأمل منبت كل شعرة، أدس أنفي في ثنايا عنقك وفخذيك، أقرأ صفحاتك مغمضة العينين وأنا أزووم بصوت خفيض

تحقق المونوكروم

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يقولُ هنريك إبسن : “الرّجلُ القويّ هو الرّجل الوحيد”. دعني أحدّثكَ قليلاً يا عزيزي عما فكرت فيه عندما رأيتُكَ لأوّل مرة: رأيتُ ذلك الفتى الغض يقع في حب حزمة من المباديْ والمثل العليا، يدافع عنها بروح نمر جريح، يهفو إلى الكمال البعيد عن الواقع، معيناً ذاته بحدة كما يعبرُ عنها في كتاباته وآرائه. حتى في الحب، يصرخ برغبته في الوقوع في حب نموذج الأنثى المكتملة، حتى ولو كان ذلك النوذج خيالياً بعيد المنال، حبه يدلُّ على رغبة محرقة في الوصول إلى الاكتمال، بصرف النظر عن امرأة معينة. رغبة سيزيفيّة تعذبهُ هو شخصياً، تدفعه لأن يُعمل عقلهُ طوال الوقت بشكل كثيف وعنيف وعشوائي محاولاً أن يشكّل عالمه المنهار بجديّة وصرامة. كنت تلتهم ذاتك يا عزيزي، تتوقُ إلى إستعادة حياتك المسلوبة، باحثاً عن إجابات لأسئلة مُلغزة لا نهاية لها، محاولاً تفسير ما حدث، أملاً في الاستكانة إلى عزاءات مختلفة عن ذهاب ماضٍ قريب كنت فيه سعيداً خالي البال

عقلك لم يتحمّل ثقلك. كان تصورك عن الوطن المثالي والمرأة المثالية يشير إلى ذهنية إلهية، إلى مجلس الآلهة القابع فوق جبال الأولمب، أو على أقل تقدير إلى مجتمع اليوتوبيا فوق الأرض، بحثاً عن وطنك الضائع كقارة أطلانطس المفقودة، وكانت هذه علامة على أنك لا تعيش بل تحيا في سجنِ أفكارك، تتقلب في الماضي تتمثل فيه الأمل البعيد أكثر من إحساسك الراهن العنيف بالآني من الزمكان، الذي لم تستطع احتماله طويلاً، فكانت الوحدة التامة المطلقة هي ثمرته النهائية. هكذا نَمَتْ في كهف المونوكروم طحالب سامة من المرارات المتراكمة بين ثنيات روح هائمة يكللها عقل فذ يكاد أن يمس الجنون، كما نبتت أزهار كثيرة من النرجس والفل والقرنفل. كانت العلاقة بيننا أشبه بقبلة طويلة استمرت عدة سنوات بين شخصين أحدهما يغمض عينيه لأنه يفكر في الماضي والآخر يفتحهما عن آخرهما يريد الحاضر ويريد اللحظة والشعورُ بأكملهما حاضرين هنا والآن. الأمر لا يتعلق بفارق في السن أو مسافة في النضج ولكن لأني يوماً ما كنتُ هناك، ولكم شعرتُ بالانزعاج وأنا أراكَ تسير في ذات الطريق الذاهب للماضي بنفس الحذاء، والسيرُ في الحذاء القديم يسبب التواء الكاحل، كدتُ أصرخ بك يوما أني أعرف كل حجر عثرة وكل فخ في الطريق، ثم آثرتُ أن أتركك تكتشف بنفسك، وقد امتلأتُ بيقين المؤمن أنك يوماً ما ستعود كأبطال القصص الإغريقية برأس ميدوسا وقد نجوت بأقل الخسائر الممكنة، باستثناء بعض السحجات البسيطة، وباستثناء اتساخِ الحذاء

لذلك أنـا معجبة بك، ليس فقط لأنك شجاع، ولكن لأنك ما تزالُ حيّاً تريد التعافي من الصدمة، لا تزال تحاول فتح عينيك لاستقبال ضوء الشمس بعد زمن العتمة، لتتقبل الأمور كما هي بعد أن عرفتها على حقيقتها، ثم صياغتها في كلمات، لتخرج قطعاً من النور الصافي على انطلاقها من أتون الشمس الملتهب بالانفجارات، ولا أحد سيتساءل عن مصدر الإلهام في مقال محكم، مصقول، أنيق وفاخر، لا أحد سيبحث عن الغضب الذي دفعك يوماً ما إلى الكتابة. يبدو لي أحياناً أنك قادرٌ على التوقف عن اجترار الوجع والمضي في حياتك بهدوء ولا مبالاة. في كهف الوحدة نسجتَ شرنقتك حيث نضجت ونبتت أجنحة أفكارك، فيها حملقتَ طويلاً في داخلك وفي وجهك أمام المرآة، فأصبحت رجلاً قوياً لا يشقّ له غبار، بأكثر مما كان يعني هنريك إبسن.

على كل حال فإن أفضل ما يمكن أن تفعله مع الذكريات المحزنة ليس تجنبها، فتجاهلها يتركها حيّة كامنة لتنخر في الكيان ببطء وتسببُ تلفاً في الأعصاب والذهنية؛ ولكن في التبوّل عليها في سكينة، أن يصبح هدفك هو التحرك بخفة ومثانتك الآن مرتاحة تماماً، فقط حافظ على اتزانك ولا تفرّغ ذاتك أو أفكارك أولاً بأول، وتذكر أنّ ما طاب من النبيذ ما عُتّق منه بعناية. انس الماضي وتوقف عن اجتراره، واعلم أن رموزه لا يستحقون منك سوى النسيان والصفح الجميل. النسيان هو الانتقام الأكثر إيلاما، نسيان من تخلوا عنك ممن كنت تظنهم أحبابك، نسيان حتى أعدائك، أو من صنعت منهم أعدائك، ثق أنهم اليوم يشعرون بالخسارة أكثر منك ألف مرة، كلهم ماتوا قبل أن تطلق عليهم رصاصة واحدة. أما أنت فالحياة أمامك، ويوماً ما ستجد السعادة، وستصبح رجلاً سعيداً

 

Picasso

هذه الصورة النادرة للفنان بابلو بيكاسو وهو يعمل على لوحته الأشهر غرنيكا، اللوحة التي استلهم فيها أشهر لوحات الفنانين القدامى عن الحرب، والتي اختار أن يجعلها بلون وحيد، تعبيراً عن الحزن وكرب ما بعد الصدمة، فكانت ولا تزال أحد أيقونات الفن الحديث. إقرأ أكثر عن هذه اللوحة العظيمة هنــــا