Author Archives: Krissy Gibbs

About Krissy Gibbs

Just your average hippy white trash incest survivor stay at home mom. Is there an average for us? No? Oh well.

Thinking about bdsm and service and relationships

(special note: I hate updating through the website now. I really like my semagic. *pout*)

I have had a lot of time to think in the last month about things that are important to me in relationships. Ending/changing the relationships I had been in has caused me to think rather distinctly about what was I getting from them anyway? Why was I choosing to structure my version of poly the way I was? What is it that I needed that I didn’t get from Tom? What did I get from Tom? How does bdsm stuff fit into my life anyway? I have been out of my relationship with Tom for approaching eight months and the D/s in our relationship died more than a year before that and we barely played in the last year we had together. I have done a few scattered scenes with people in the past two years and a few partners (thank you Noah in particular) have tried to give me some of what I said I wanted and was looking for, but I haven’t had a relationship with a strong bdsm component really in about two years. That is a long time. It is really weird to think about it that way. I have not consistently played with a particular person in two years.

I hadn’t really stopped and thought that until just this minute. Wow. Given that bdsm is such a strong part of my identity I haven’t actually been following through on it. I have been conscious of missing it, but I’ve been trying not to think about it because I hate feeling bereft. I have managed to fulfill my needs for sex in the past year, but bdsm is different. I think that I have been noticing more that I had significant needs that weren’t being met. I think that is why I have been going to more bdsm events and that is why I was so very excited about the couple looking for a service girl.

In the past six months of living with Miss Jenny and Miss Sara I have discovered that I am not ok with just doing service to do service. I have had these major jags of feeling bitter and angry towards them after doing things for them. And then I realized that they had not asked for the service, expected the service, wanted the service…etc. So I was choosing to go out of my way to do something for them that they hadn’t wanted and then I was getting angry at them for it. Wow…. uhm. Yeah. Needless to say that I have stopped doing stuff when it makes me angry because it is total bullshit to be mad at them for things that they have no part in. *cough* Sometimes I’m slow though. I have no idea why I was feeling that way towards them though. I have been thinking about it a lot.

So there is this huge part of me that wants to do service, but apparently doing it for my housemates isn’t a good idea. And I hadn’t managed to feel right/good about it with the people I was dating. I think there was some component of not feeling special enough to the people to want to give them the gift of service. (I am not slamming anyone or saying that anyone did anything wrong. Everyone was wonderful and was wonderful to me in particular. These are my feelings.) I view my submission and my service as a significant gift that I give people. I get so much shit from people in the scene because they don’t view me as submissive, but they simply are not aware of the fact that they don’t see my submission because I don’t think they deserve it. I am incredibly picky about who I will serve. I think that if things had continued on the course they were on eight weeks ago I would have been pretty happy with the couple who wanted service. He in particular really understood how to value service and appreciate it for what it was. But then… yeah. The path changed.

So now I’m seeing Puppy. I have been doing so for a month. It has been an intense, overwhelming month. I am absolutely crazy about him. I feel special in a way that I haven’t in a very long time. I couldn’t even tell you how long. I feel the need to justify right now that I knew I was special to the people I have dated in the past year, but I think there was a distinct not-poly-pc part of my brain that was stuck in the mode of “I must not be that special if I am just one of many.” Yes I know that I am now kicked off the poly bus for even thinking that. But it is how I feel. Although, as I write it and reflect on it… I wonder if it was just about being one of many or the fact that I was never the primary. Hm. Because when Tom played with any of our friends I didn’t feel devalued. Hm. More ponderance needs to happen. Maybe I’m not kicked off the poly bus yet. Anyway. So we have been having these really interesting conversations. He has no real experience with D/s and is actually still somewhat new to the scene. I am teaching someone. HA! I can’t freakin believe my luck. And yet, it feels different. I’m not really teaching him; I am exploring with him. I have at no time dictated how I want things to be. We haven’t really worked any specific D/s interactions into our relationship but we talk about what aspects of D/s appeal to us. We are discussing generic future plans in general. It is really bizarre to be talking to someone who will finish grad school at about the same time as me and who wants to do most of the things I want to do in pretty much the same time frame. I am fighting my urge to panic because it is scary.

Today I have spent several hours cleaning his kitchen. I told him in advance that I was going to do it. He said sure. I have felt really good doing it. I like doing it because I know it will make his life easier. I like knowing that he will smile when he walks in and sees what I have done. He will feel special because I chose to spend my time this way. He is coming over to my house this week and we are going to figure out what is wrong with my alternator. I don’t have to be the only one to do things in the relationship. He likes to cook and I like making it easier for him to do so and I clean up after so that he doesn’t have to. I don’t know how to describe what this all means to me deep in the core of my being, but it feels different than it does when I do something for a friend. I feel like I am finding my place. But for now I am just going to swim along. Who knows what the future will bring. I can’t handle thinking about the future yet. Let’s just think about tonight. He wants to tie me up and beat me. I can’t wait.

more memeage.

Cause I am killing time online today in dred of my stupid-ass mid-term tonight.

Reply if you have or have had at any time a crush on me. Anonymous posting enabled. (though I’d love to know who you are)

Then post this in YOUR journal so I can spill my guts!

oh!

Officially I should be boycotting this guy cause he is the ex of a good friend, but his music is sooooooooooo amazing.

http://www.jameshuntermusic.com

You can play pretty much any of the songs. “Mollena” was written for my friend… Mollena. Dude. How… clever…

*bounce*

Ok, how about if instead of nauseating you all I just write:
{insert disgusting noises about how happy and delighted I am}

Ok. Moving along.

But yeah… stuff is good. Puppy met a few more friends last night. And he was informed that I am a Princess. He took the news well.

I think it is hella funny that people make so many sarcastic comments about how hard it is to schedule time with me, and then when I provide people with a wide open window YA’LL DON’T DO ANYTHING WITH IT.

You are all fired. Guess I’m going to be staying home and watching movies.

ok, for once I am bad.

I am ditching class.

I am not willing to do the 2 hour roundtrip drive tonight for 3 hours of mind-numbing boring crap.

I hate semesters. I’ve already been in this stupid class for 8 weeks. After tonight I have 8 weeks to go.

I HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE semesters. They take too long. I’m telling you. Keeping your head above water in a boring class for 11 weeks is a cakewalk. 17 weeks is just asking toooooo much.

foooooooooood

I have lots of free time between Friday, March 25th and Friday, April 1st.

Anyone want to come over for food? I have stuff that I need to use. I have ribs and spaghetti and the fixings for many different vegetarian options.

Who would like to come eat? 😀

*choke*

So I’m sitting here at Puppy’s house, again, just eating my breakfast and minding my business. He opens a letter from his grandfather and reads for a minute then starts laughing. I ask him what. He let me read it.

It looks like a formal business letter with heading and everything:

Dear Philip:

Again–Happy Birthday!! I meant to wish you this today, but forgot. But I’ll call tomorrow and hope to get you even if you have become more elusive–I’m not sure whether the reason is preparation for the “Group”, or diversion with the new young lady that you are escorting to the beach and elsewhere. I understood her name to be Christine Archer–is this correct?–and she likes the outdoors. That’s good, and I hope she is an environmentalist and wants to preserve the outdors. I can’t argue against a major in English–having been one myself at UVA–and all the evidence points to the fact that it is an endangered language and needs to be protected among the younger generations.

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It goes on from there. But I choked on my oj.Uhm. I guess he has told his family about me. We need to nip this misspelled name thing in the bud though. 😉

topsy-turvy

I’m sitting here reading a book on codependence.

I am simultaneously happy and angry and sad. I don’t know how to deal with the mix of emotions. There are so many warring chemicals in my brain. GRRRRRRRR

It is really interesting to me that I can have simultaneous emotions. Wouldn’t it seem logical to cycle through them rapidly rather than fully experiencing many of them at the same instant?

*flop*

Puppy came over on Friday night and held me. It was good. We didn’t really talk about the things that were bothering me, but being held was really good.

We got up and I spent hours making B’stilla. It was a crazy amount of effort but it was sooooooooo good. We went down to Santa Cruz and had a really great time together at the birthday party. We had a conversation so intense that I blush thinking about what I told him.

Spending time with him is really awesome. And now, I need to get some freakin sleep because I am exhausted. Partying is hard.

[small filter]Daddy

Daddy,

Why did you hurt me? I don’t want to believe that I deserved it. But I must have or you wouldn’t have done it. Daddy’s don’t hurt their little girls, do they? Was I bad? What did I do wrong? How can I make it better Daddy? I promise I’ll be good. You will never have to yell at me or get mad at me again. Just don’t hurt me. I want you to love me.

I’m a big girl now Daddy, but you are still hurting me. You aren’t even here anymore and you hurt me. You hurt me inside my head. I can’t sleep Daddy. I haven’t been sleeping much at all lately. You are there when I close my eyes Daddy. Sometimes I want to think about you when I touch myself and it doesn’t scare me. But I haven’t been doing that lately because I get so scared inside when you are in my head like that. I feel like I am a dirty and disgusting person. I shouldn’t have liked it when you touched me there. I am just as horrible and awful as you said. It is a good thing you are gone Daddy. If you put the gun to my head now and asked me if I deserve to live I would have to tell you no.

There’s this boy Daddy. I think I’m in love with him. I’m afraid to love him though. I’m afraid to let him get close to me because if he gets close he will see how worthless I am. I don’t deserve to have someone as awesome as he is love me.

Daddy you left me. Why did you leave me? Would you have ever loved me? Would you have ever told me that you were sorry? I want to believe that you wouldn’t have hated me forever, but I don’t. I think that you hated me to the very last breath you took and that means that I hate me too.

drop

Earlier today I went through some old journal entries from around the time when Tom ended our M/s. They were hard to read. I really feel that I tried so hard in that relationship. No matter what I was willing to compromise on, it was never enough. More than one person who loves me is expressing concern that I will do the same thing again. I’m afraid of that.

I watched a very sad movie tonight, “My Life Without Me.” The girl is my age and she dies of cancer within three months of finding it. She has two little girls. She made a list of the things she wanted to do before she died. Now I am thinking about death. What are the most important things in my life? Who are the most important people?

I’m going to go put my laundry away and cry. Just cause I am so freakin sad. I am so afraid of living and I am so afraid of death. What would I do if I had two beautiful little girls and I had to tell them goodbye? Is that a reason to be afraid of having kids?

I didn’t sleep last night. Just general anxiety and I don’t really know why. I am bone weary tonight, but I don’t think I will sleep much again. At least tonight I actually have something I am thinking about.

See. I don’t just think about sex. 🙁

Happiness

Anna called me. She said that she has been avoiding me because she wasn’t ready to talk to me yet after our big fight–I called her on her birthday.

It was a really good conversation. We talked for an hour and a half. We talked about how we have each felt let down and treated poorly by one another. We talked about how sad we have felt when we feel like we aren’t living up to our end of being a good friend. I told her that she shouldn’t put me on a pedastal and just assume that however I treat her is ok, often I am a bitch and she should call me on it. She cried a lot. It was good. She told me that she had been afraid to tell me that she was moving because I would say it was a bad idea and she didn’t want to hear it even though she knows it is true. I told her that it doesn’t matter what I think. She has to live her life and be ok with her choices, not me. I will love her no matter what. She cried. She said that she felt like we aren’t very close any more and it hurts her. I told her that she and I will go through phases where we talk a lot and live in one another’s back pockets and everything will be peachy and fabulous. And sometimes we will fight every time we talk to each other and we will need to go long periods without much contact. But we will come back. Cause we love each other. She cried.

I’m really glad that I feel like I have my friend again.

Mmmmmm tasty memeage

Anonymous.

Yeah. Anonymous like.

Post something. Post anything you want, a song, a story, a comment, a fantasy, a question, or a criticism. You don’t have to be nice to me. Though of course, I would prefer that you are… If you hurt my feelings I will try to not take it too personally cause you don’t have the nerve to actually say it to my face.

I really liked the last time I did this. I got some great masturbation fodder and I could use more of that. Being all monogamous like and only seeing my partner a few days a week is frustrating.

But you don’t have to say anything dirty. 🙂 Anything you like. Really. This is going to be public for a week or two. Have fun.

No, I’m not procrastinating. Why do you ask?

What is your full name: Kristine Lenora Archer. No one try to blackmail me, please.
What color pants are you wearing now: black sweatpants (HA! I’m just like my friend. 🙂
What are you listening to right now: the beating of my heart
What are the last two digits of your phone number: 83
What was the last thing you ate: honey nut cheerios (though they are Trader Joe’s brand, not the commercial label)
If you were a crayon what color would you be: pink
How is the weather right now?: Gray and dismal
Last person you talked to on the phone: Puppy
The first thing you notice about a guy/girl: Hair
Do you like the person who sent this to you: I think the girl I stole this from is very nice.
How old are you today: 23
Favorite drink: OJ
Favorite alcoholic drink: Hmmm… I tend to drink a lot of Kamikaze’s.
Favorite Sport: sport fucking.
Hair color: brown
Eye color: brown. I am so boring.
Do you wear contacts: Naw, I’m too cheep.
Siblings: I have a half sister and a full brother still living.
Favorite month: October
Favorite Food: Thai
Last movie you watched: The Incredibles with Miss Jenny
Favorite day of the year: Christmas
Are you too shy to ask someone out: Depends. I am sometimes.
Summer or Winter: Winter.
Hugs or Kisses: Yes.
Chocolate or Vanilla: I’m a vanilla girl.
Do you want your friends to answer this too? I don’t really give a shit. Is anyone else procrastinating?
Who is most likely to respond? Uhm… I have a few friends who do a lot of meme’s.
Who is least likely to respond? The people who don’t check lj often.
What books are you reading? Middlemarch
What did you do last night? I had class. I talked to Puppy on the way home. Then I stopped in and spent a little time with friends.
Favorite Smells? vanilla, lavender, cookies baking, skin warmed in the sun.
Can you touch your nose with your tongue? no
Who or what inspires you? today I’m not feeling inspired.
butter plain or salted popcorn? I don’t like popcorn much
Favorite Flower: Roses
What is the first thing you think of when you wake-up in the morning: What time is it?

morning thoughts

To all the lovely people who expressed concern last night I am sorry I was so exasperated in your direction. I think your support felt a little too intense given the actual severity of the news I received. It isn’t as if I am suicidal over this issue. My lasting health is not actually impacted. I am not in any danger and neither are any of my partners. So yeah.

But I do still feel a bit ickier. A lovely boy tried to give me a kiss goodbye and I turned my head away. I think I’m going to be keeping my mouth to myself for a little while. Puppy isn’t going to like it, but I need a little space for at least a few days.

Puppy has been really awesome. He has had a partner with HSV2 and studiously avoided contact with the “afflicted” area because he didn’t want to catch any bugs. He has really had very few partners and has been quite safe. In a fit of white knighthood he told me that he isn’t terribly worried that I have HSV1 and HPV because he loves me and is really ok with taking risks to be with me. He says: “You are a wonderful person who has a couple of mild chronic infections. Unfortunately they are communicable but if I had to list all the diseases I got from my brothers we’d be here all night and I still love those little rascals. I’ll love you even if I have to put up with a couple cold sores.” I thought this was a combination of really awesome and stupid. What if I had something worse? Would he charge in and say the same thing? It isn’t as if we are making life long commitments at this point… what about the health of his potential future partners? Shouldn’t he worry about them as much now as he has in the past? But then again, given the percentages of humans who have what I have… not a huge worry. I don’t have something “serious.” I have things that are no more dangerous to me than having strep throat or mono or appendicitis. Probably less dangerous at this point. The HPV was a bigger risk while it was active–but it has been dealt with and it is unlikely to ever be an issue again. So yeah.

I am simultaneously talking myself into thinking it isn’t a big deal and feeling bad about the situation. I am such a freak. So far I have had two people be nasty, two be very concerned and want more information, and two people who told me “I wouldn’t even tell anyone about this because it isn’t a big deal. Don’t worry about it.” Why are these things traveling in two’s? Everyone else has been awesome and supportive. Four people are unwilling to ever kiss me again. You know what… yeah. That’s like nothing. I think I will be more of a freak about new people. And I am going to avoid kissing at the Plough. I am so into disclosure that I’m not sure how I will handle this. No kissing unless I announce I have herpes? Great. Most people will probably shrug it off, but yeah. It sucks. It does actually bother me that a lot of people have said, “Oh, me too.” Hey! You could have said something! But I think I am weird about disclosure.