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Growing Pains of a Holistic Domme

 

I didn’t know what I meant to you.
I didn’t know my influence.
With your consent, I used you to feed my demons.
The greatest sin in all this is leaving you for years in between sessions knowing full well the impact such a void would leave on an already broken impressionable heart.
To my first subs, I Apologize.
I apologize for leaving you how my first abusers left me after relieving themselves, thus perpetuating the cycle of emotional/psychological manipulation thru sexual abuse.
In this walk of B.D.S.M there’s a fine line between predator & prey.
To be as close to “fair” as humanly possible, your innocence.. yearning for acceptance & mothering made you the perfect prey. In retrospect I would in turn become your beloved predator.
The Lair.. Mantling the Human

 

 

Like the Owl mantling it’s prey, I would shield you. With our Egoic Death imminently approaching.. As the grip tightens around your dainty throat, each breath more shallow than the next, lips loosen, more fingers your orifice(s) receives.. next breath, wrist twist, whole hand engulfed in your seas, Fully received, voice squeals, I loosen my grip long enough to permit air in your lungs, intently glaring into glossy eyes I COMMAND thee, “BITCH BREATHE!”

Breath Play/Asphyxiation
Slow deep & controlled, her eyes gloss, a single tear falls as she smirks, open hand face smack, grip tight once more as i shove my tongue so deep i graze her tonsils, wrist twists, she grinds. FULL STOP.
*tilts head*
Have i given you permission to fuck me back, YET?! A moment of fear wrapped in arousal overcomes her. She knows her Domme isnt pleased. Her cum she attempts to hold. Dopamine, floods as her cheeks turn from pink to  flusterered ruby.. BITCH BREATHE! Wrist twists, she shakes..
**tilts head, She snarls**
You want me to own you, me? One who has yet to take claim of her own divinity by birthright. You lay there, yielding your all to me.. her? In this moment i wonder who’s really in “control” here?
D/s (Dominant/Domme [Feminine Dominant] during a scence or B.D.S.M Play) Lower cased letter denotes status in relationship or hierarchical dynamic. Dominant/submissive (D/s), Master/slave (M/s) etc
Untwist.. losing my grip, “dont let her see your human Dragonfly.. she won’t respect you if you do. Stay present like that shit you preach in them yoga classes & social media posts.. Demons taunt..”
Internal Conflict Ceases..
“Your tears will go great as seasoning in my spaghetti sauce!! She licks..”
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For the last year I have observed both the rise & demise of “seemingly powerful” unions of the aware community community. Unions that were once financially lucrative while spiritually comatose. Crumbling because their foundations were built on trauma but was never addressed properly.  Ive observed abuse of power by D-types & for lack of better words, I was appalled. Even moreso the out of pocket nature of subs is just.. It reflects poorly on their D’s leadership abilities. So I wrote this piece as both the observer & active participant in the fuckery. I Am no better or worse than those who abuse their authority as Dominant. But I will say this, If at any point I feel myself being pushed beyond what I’m emotionally or psychologically equipped to handle from a respectful but firm standpoint, I will remove myself from the sub’s grasp completely. As I teach my students from the first day on the mat, as well as my potential Intimacy Surrogate partners, Self Preservation Is the first & most imporant law of Nature. And believe you me, I Will leave you alone cold turkey if it means my freedom, sanity, or livelihood is at stake, PERIOD. Decorum, consent, respect are all #1 under my leadership & are non-negotiable. Everything else is negotiable. Furthermore, I require Balance & Moderation in ALL things I touch especially MY subs in training..

Find Your Center…
Benediction..
Its kind of strange being a medium whose entire essence is built on one foot being planted firmly in the physically while the other simultaneously dances with the deceased. And as we enter the season of death by Scorpion, the Reaper within rises. Scythe sharpened & greased ready to harvest that which she’s worked all year to reap the benefits of. She’s ready to collect without apology.
Don’t Fear the Reaper babygirl/boy within….
She’s been here before. Year after year, prey after prey the colder she grows but on the contrary her heart warms. Not for those outside but the compassion she has for her own perceived demons is what keeps the proverbial fire burning within..

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You’re not as innocent as you think…

Because everybody’s a victim in 2017, or wants to play one, let me speak directly to those who are so helpless & innocent they can’t tell a broken fe/male from a [mostly] healed one..

I’m going to attempt to keep this brief & to the point. I’ve witnessed a lot of finger pointing going on between which came first chicken or the egg on these internet streets, when in reality they’re both the same chicken, just in different stages of life but I digress.

There’s an ongoing debate on whose at fault for the break down of the black community here in the West, so without getting too deep, let’s just say it’s my fault. 30yrs on this planet & I still view everything outside of me as OUT-SIDE of me.. Just Sit with that one for a minute..

By now you’ve survived all the trauma living in the first world has to offer. I know how tough it is having Indoor plumbing,  access to the front entrance of anywhere you dare to purchase goods & services from, passports to leave and go wherever you want whenever you want.. not having drones bomb your entire neighborhoods, or better yet, having the freedom to parade through public streets full nude & proclaim that others are wrong for not embracing YOUR willingness to be well, butt-naked in public. It’s tough living like this, & things really need to change for the better, I totally get it. You’ve played the victim so long you can’t even tell you’ve actually become your captor.. You’ve actually become the predator we all love to hate.. Let me explain.

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You have the right to Stay Sleep: A “Stay Woke” Think Piece…

After watching Hidden Colors 1-3/4,  a few buzzkill documentaries & reliving slavery via “strange fruit” memes via social media from your “#wokeAf friends, learning to respect another’s right to dis-associate #staySleep themselves  from the harsh reality of today’s social climate can be challenging. Especially when it requires a certain level of compassion & understanding as opposed to rude awakenings, teasing by name calling (sheep, coon etc), bashing ideologies  or coercion.  But first let me give you the definition of what it means to disassociate so you’ll know how/what you’re dis-respecting..

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href=”http://www.thefreedictionary.com/disassociate”>disassociate</a>

Now check below to find out about Dissociative Disorders that cause memory blockages or temporary amnesia..

https://www.psychiatry.org/patients-families/dissociative-disorders/what-are-dissociative-disorders

 

 

Experiencing temporary amnesia (blocked memories) or even being so-called “sleep” is just how the brain protects itself from the reality of traumatic events. Be it a car accident, death of a loved one, sexual trauma or Continue reading You have the right to Stay Sleep: A “Stay Woke” Think Piece…

Nicki Minaj Envy… I totally get it!!

 

Here’s a brief synopsis of my observation over this whole Nicki Minaj Remy Ma beef thing..

 

Y’all are only team #Remy over #Nicki for the same reason folks are team #solange over #beyonce, period.. Keep reading I’ll explain.

Short Version: Trauma & Perpetual self victimization.. Anytime Remy opens her mouth all i hear hypermasculinity..anger pain.. then when i see her, i receive that confirmation.

When i hear Nicki’ s voice theres’s this childlike innocence within it, When i see her? Confirmation. This is a chick who still finds sanctity in playing dress-up.. Fearless, sensual femininity in This modern world & in today’s climate, that’s a BIG no-no.. It’s just not “safe” to be free, flouncing around in “silly” costumes, smiling from ear to ear everywhere you go..

That’s just not adult-like. And you people just couldn’t wait for the big bad wolf to eat her ass alive to prove how right you are about YOUR world…

You know, Remy reminds me of the misguided, disgruntled child with an alcoholic step dad & strung out mother for parental figures, who was forced to raise her siblings before her first menstrual flow.. #rootchakra #foundationsMatter Who then goes to school to pull the hair of the “pretty” girls, with clean clothes with parental figures who care about that child’s wellbeing. The one who all the little boys chase on the playground while calling HER their “homeboy” & getting punched in the shoulder as if she is one of the guys.. I get it. She’s the underdog. And we all love a good “started from the bottom” story to make us feel less miserable about our own shadows & sh*t.

 

I Totally get it..

 

Sooo, what did The Queen Beyonce & Solange have to do with this Made for tv lifetime movie script?

Well Solo, is the “rebellious” (pretty, but still) less pretty, less angelic, unapologetically querky, eccentric, outwardly aggressive hypermaculine version of Beyonce..

And lets be real, yall werent fucking with #solange until she jumped on Jay-Z (#misandry) then dropped ‘Dont Touch My Hair/Cranes’ at the height of your lil #blackGirlMagic ego boost campaign.. Yall wasnt seeing her back when she had regrets about T.O.N.Y so have a seat at the damn table & cut that bullshit out!!!

Now, Remy & Solange Are lyricists/writers while Beyonce & Nicki are performers.. Both highly respectable lanes with plenty of room for growth & evolution. There’s no real need to compete tbh.. but ya know, egoes & whatnot.

In closing, its all art to me either way you slice it.  If you cant tell by now, im biased towards the more sensual feminine woman, versus hyper-aggressive boisterous women.  I mean, I get it tho.. I’ve been hypermasculine for roughly 25years of my life & quite frankly, that shit was exhausting. Y’all can have at it tho. I’m just packing lighter these days.   #traumaFree #lightYogi #dragonflyaffect #exBagLady 

Sexual Abuse Survivor Behavior: Dark Yogi Views


Dark Yogi Views: Sexual Abuse Survivor Behavior…

People see erratic sexual behavior as “bad” or negative.. but from my perspective it’s just misdirected stagnant root chakra healing energy..

I’ve met countless “knock-knee” women with the touch of an angel, who feel their soul purpose is to be the sacrificial lamb of intimacy deprived males & females.. If only they/we knew.

**Knock Knee Woman: During childhood, As a defense mechanism to protect your genitalia from fondling, Your legs turned inward as opposed to remaining bow-legged & open** (Jewel Pookrum or Francis Cress Welsing [Ase’] said this sometime ago) Thus shutting down your security in being feminine..

Too many males walking around phallus on full salute towards any & everything walking.. And for why? For what? Because they ALL need healing.. WE all need healing and it’s in the touch.. the tone of voice.. #melodic the sway of the hips.. #waves the “swag” or rhythm in his step.. #rhythmAndBlues

Due to our ignorance & generational rug-sweeping.. They have mastered the art of manipulating said Power, for THEIR greater good.. Black woman, black man take y/our power back.. ✊

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Thanks for reading. #theDragonflyAffect #darkYogi ✌

Intro to Dragonfly….

The Dragonfly Affect….

By: T.D Hooks 

 

It all made sense last night. Why my brothers and sisters (skin-folk) molested me. Why my brothers (skin-folk) raped me…  Spread rumors of how their “CONQUEST” enjoyed it.. The shredding of her hymen.. The terror oops I mean LUST in her eyes..  The smile i painted on when returning home later that evening.. The self-preserving smile I was “self-taught” to display to hide the shame of no longer being a Virgin… the guilt of under-age drinking that sweet Peach Boone’s Farm.. Hanging & watching adult movies with 16yr old teenaged male step-cousins & step-sisters… the pain radiating between my thighs yet trying with all my might to not LOOK broken.. The fight to keep my head held high at school.. the fight to remain “focused” on the positives in life.. The physical fight I CHOSE (fight, flight, or freeze) to not put up being (what I perceived to be) that I was both physically out-matched, out witted and outnumbered… I froze.  The mantra that states this too shall pass… the law of detachment (from the physical body/realm).. Yep, at the tender age of 11, Young Dragonfly began to master the art of “faking it” for the next 15+ years of her life… That day I accepted that my body no longer belonged to me… Continue reading Intro to Dragonfly….