Accidental Dominatrix Gossip

One time in boot camp, when I was bored out of my mind at the gun range, I made the mistake of thinking out loud.

To no one in particular, I said:

You know, there are so many desperate women on the streets driven to a life of prostitution and I’m not sure why more of them don’t take up dominatrix work. 

BAM. Everyone dropped what they were doing to turn and look at me, which I probably should’ve foreseen. The guy next to me seemed eager for more:

–What do you mean? You want to be a dominatrix?

–NO, but think about it for a minute… Prostitutes risk pregnancy, disease, arrest, and getting assaulted. You don’t risk any of that with dominatrix work and you could just have clients sign a liability waiver for any injuries resulting from the aforesaid whipping, and…

–So, you WANT to whip a bunch of guys and call them names?

NO, you’re not listening. I don’t WANT to, but if it came down to it, I’d rather legally parade around in leather boots and yell at random guys that than sleep with them, and it’s legal, so…

I’m not sure why I bothered defending myself because it would prove pointless. This was a done deal. I would now receive endless side eyes in the mess hall and deal with soldiers passing me dirty notes in bibles during church services (ironic) because I was now The Girl Who Wants to be a Dominatrix until the End Times.

Which happened, luckily, only a month later when we graduated from boot camp and all went our separate ways for Advanced Individual Training (for me, interrogation school… where I’m truly grateful that the dominatrix gossip didn’t follow me. Or maybe it would’ve helped. I don’t know.)

As strange an experience as this was, it taught me a valuable lesson about contradictory human nature. On the one hand, you’re not allowed to talk about controversial human things in polite society without making jokes… even with other adults and even when you’re approaching them rationally.

On the other, why was everyone obsessed with the idea that I was desperate to be a dominatrix, even though I clearly said I was not?

Because they wanted it to be true. It was a fun idea to think about, more exciting than yet another boring, conventional day. That’s why gossip is so dangerous: we love to indulge our morbid curiosities while simultaneously feeling morally superior to other people. That’s why the first thing everyone thinks when they hear “Richard Gere” is gerbils, even though nothing about that rumor made sense.

And it’s why puritans often have the dirtiest minds of all.

 

 

 

 

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9 thoughts on “Accidental Dominatrix Gossip

  1. There’s a definite bias against anything that even smells of the sex work industry. It doesn’t matter if you’re a prostitute, dominatrix, burlesque dancer, or writer of erotica, there are those that will find it (and you) demeaning.

    Sex is one of the basic components of life. If gives us pleasure and helps us connect with other humans. As long as everyone is consenting (and that’s a big issue in the sex industry) it should be praised, not disparaged. After all, we all trade a little of ourselves for pay. Sex work is no different.

    Also, doms are awesome. Subs are awesome too. Everything is awesome 🙂

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    1. I can only imagine, since I brought it up in a completely hypothetical way and ended up dealing with the social repercussions for weeks on end!

      It’s truly weird. This is part of our society and yet we can’t even have a normal conversation about it…

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