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Premetto che questo articolo è frutto dei miei studi privati, indi per cui non è permesso il riutilizzo e/o il copia-incolla senza il mio permesso.

 

Probabilmente questo è l’argomento più importante che potrei mai trattare sul blog, e non ho la presunzione di concluderlo in un solo post. Avviso già da ora che se ne sentirà parlare più volte, sempre in maniera diversa ma sempre sottolineandone l’enorme importanza.
Quello che scriverò qui vale come mia personalissima opinione e non vuole essere un messaggio di Verità ultima. Leggetelo come un altro punto di vista abbastanza interessante da poter essere preso in considerazione. Per il resto, ognuno sceglie di vivere come preferisce.
Come dichiarazione d’intenti, vorrei evidenziare la mia assoluta convinzione che tutto il palcoscenico del bdsm/fetish può reggersi in piedi in modo sano e duraturo attraverso una singola azione: la Metacomunicazione.
Ora che ho specificato la mia tesi, prima di mettermi d’impegno ad argomentarla, vi regalo una digressione per capire bene di cosa si sta parlando.

Prendiamo due persone: Fabio e Patrizia. Stanno insieme, non stanno insieme, si conoscono, non si conoscono, sono amici, sono nemici; sono tutte cose che decideremo di volta in volta con gli esempi. I concetti che vi presenterò potrebbero essere caotici e troppo vicini, chiedo venia.

Il concetto base è che nel momento in cui Fabio comunica un messaggio a Patrizia, il processo comunicativo non è finito qui. Si inserisce il concetto di retroazione, laddove una volta comunicato qualcosa da A a B, B con la sua risposta modificherà a sua volta A.
Dato per certo che NON SI PUO’ NON COMUNICARE (il cercare disperatamente di non comunicare -anche con il linguaggio del corpo- è in realtà veicolo di un messaggio chiarissimo “non voglio comunicare”), la nostra vita è totalmente immersa nella comunicazione e nelle sue retroazioni.
Immediatamente agganciato alla retroazione è il concetto di equilibrio omeostatico, che reagisce a qualsiasi cambiamento facendo in modo che resti intatto l’equilibrio precedente al suddetto cambiamento. Un esempio? Consideriamo un individuo disturbato psicologicamente e la sua famiglia. Non è così raro che nel momento in cui l’individuo migliora e/o guarisce, qualcun altro in famiglia si ammala. Se consideriamo come l’equilibrio di quella famiglia comprendesse la presenza dell’elemento disturbato per permettere a tutti gli individui di relazionarsi in un certo modo, l’assenza di questo anello porta al processo omeostatico atto a trovare immediatamente un rimpiazzo. Questo vale per qualsiasi diade-triade o rapporto con più persone; l’equilibrio non è affatto detto che rispecchi quella che è la nostra idea di ‘stabilità’, ‘armonia’, ‘pace’. In una famiglia con la figlia schizofrenica, il padre assente e la madre iperprotettiva, i ruoli sono perfettamente incastrati e funzionanti, e l’equilibrio è assicurato da loro stessi; non solo, vi dirò anche che il loro equilibrio è ben più saldo di quello di una famiglia ‘sana’, in quanto le loro regole e la loro dinamica è ben più fissa ed immutabile delle altre. Vien da sè la considerazione che una comunicazione sana si adatta ai cambiamenti, ma i confini tra il giusto e lo sbagliato qui sono labili ed etici, perciò mi limiterò ad esprimere la mia idea senza cercare di condannare qualcuno.
Considerando invece il rapporto tra due persone, ci rendiamo subito conto quanto spesso e volentieri siamo impegnati nel dare una punteggiatura agli eventi. Prendiamo Fabio e Patrizia, che finalmente possono iniziare a fare il loro dovere in questo post. I due litigano in continuazione: lui accusa lei di essere isterica ed aggressiva, cosa che lo porta ad essere freddo e distaccato per trovare pace; lei accusa lui di essere freddo e distaccato, cosa che la porta ad essere isterica ed aggressiva per attirare disperatamente l’attenzione. Non serve una grande immaginazione per capire l’impasse in cui si sono vicendevolmente intrappolati.

Marito: (al terapeuta) So ormai per esperienza che se voglio la pace in famiglia non devo intromettermi perchè mia moglie vuole fare le cose a modo suo.
Moglie: Non è vero! Quanto vorrei vederti prendere qualche decisione o avere un pò più di iniziativa almeno una volta ogni tanto perchè…
Marito: (interrompendola) Non me lo permetteresti mai.
Moglie: Sarei contenta di lasciarti fare – ma se ci provo, non muovi neanche un dito, e allora devo fare tutto io all’ultimo momento.
Marito: (al terapeuta) Capisce? Uno non può occuparsi delle cose se e quando c’è bisogno – tutto deve essere pianificato e organizzato una settimana prima.
Moglie: (con rabbia) Fammi un solo esempio. Dì quand’è stato che hai fatto qualcosa negli ultimi anni.
Marito: Non ho nessun esempio da fare, perchè è meglio per tutti, anche per i bambini, se ti lascio fare a modo tuo. E’ una verità che ho scoperto molto presto dopo che ci siamo sposati.
Moglie: Sei stato sempre così, da quando mi ricordo – le decisioni le hai lasciate sempre a me!
Marito: Santo cielo, adesso mi tocca sentire anche questa (pausa, poi si rivolge al terapeuta) – ecco cosa dirà, dirà che stavo sempre lì a chiederle cosa voleva – per esempio “dov’è che vuoi andare stasera?” o “come ti piacerebbe passare il week-end?” e invece di capire che cercavo di farla contenta, si arrabbiava…
Moglie: (al terapeuta) Già, però quello che ancora non capisce è che se una sente un mese dopo l’altro la stessa sinfonia “tutto – quel – che – vuoi – cara – per – me – va – bene” una comincia a capire che a lui non gliene importa niente di quello che una vuole… [Watzlawick, Beavin, Don D. Jackson, “Pragmatica della comunicazione umana”, Roma Astrolabio (1971), p.86-87]

Tutto questo ci porta all’importante concetto della ‘profezia che si autodetermina’ […] che dal punto di vista dell’interazione è forse il fenomeno più interessante nel settore della punteggiatura. Nella comunicazione, il ‘dare la cosa per scontata’ si può considerare l’equivalente della ‘profezia che si autodetermina’. E’ il comportamento che provoca negli altri una reazione alla quale quel dato comportamento sarebbe la risposta adeguata. […] L’aspetto tipico della sequenza (che poi è ciò che lo rende un problema di punteggiatura) è che l’individuo in questione crede di reagire a quegli atteggiamenti e non di provocarli. [Watzlawick, Beavin, Don D. Jackson, “Pragmatica della comunicazione umana”, Roma Astrolabio (1971), p.88]

Una quantità imbarazzantemente grande di conflitti nelle coppie nascono proprio da un’errata punteggiatura, o ancor meglio dalla pretesa di inserire una punteggiatura ad un livello troppo maturo cronologicamente (relativamente al conflitto) per poterlo davvero fare. Se Fabio urta un vaso e Patrizia urla perchè era il regalo di sua nonna, non facciamo nessuna fatica a comprendere la punteggiatura; Fabio potrà scusarsi (e magari lamentarsi un pò perchè il vaso era in una posizione già di per sè precaria) e lei potrà sospirare e raccogliere i cocci (o magari tenergli il muso, non ha importanza).
Tuttavia questa possibilità non c’è sempre: a volte è talmente sottile la ragnatela che ha invischiato i comunicanti con un lento crogiolamento, che diventa assolutamente irrilevante porre una punteggiatura, perchè oramai entrambi hanno alle spalle lo stesso bagaglio e ne sono responsabili in egual modo.
Ha senso allora concentrarsi sull’analisi della loro situazione attuale e al modo per uscire dalle corde con cui si sono intrappolati. Ma facciamo una cosa per volta.

L’ultimo grande concetto che ci manca per poter trattare in modo soddisfacente l’argomento è quello di Metacomunicazione, per l’appunto. Dall’inizio del post non ho fatto altro che parlare di alcuni meccanismi della comunicazione, con relativi esempi laddove l’ho ritenuto necessario. Durante tutto questo post comunicherò sulla comunicazione: ergo metacomunicherò.
La necessità di definire la metacomunicazione è essenziale, perchè mai come in questo campo i livelli si mischiano. Se sto facendo una dimostrazione matematica e qualcuno mi fa una domanda, utilizza la lingua che padroneggia meglio al momento (può essere la sua lingua madre o l’inglese, se si trova in uno scambio culturale, o in qualsiasi altra lingua adatta alla circostanza). Se voglio fare una domanda riguardante la comunicazione, utilizzo la stessa lingua che uso quotidianamente, e le possibilità di creare ambiguità sono moltissime, perchè non c’è più alcuna distinzione tra la lingua che uso per comunicare e tra quella che uso per comunicare sulla comunicazione.
Comunicare sulla metacomunicazione è un livello ancora successivo, replicabile teoricamente all’infinito.
Ora, la metacomunicazione è essenziale per riuscire a chiarire la natura della relazione in corso tra due o più persone, così come per chiarire i ruoli di potere che ci sono all’interno.

I coniugi erano ricorsi allo psichiatra per i litigi (talvolta anche violenti) che scoppiavano tra di loro e che li lasciavano profondamente preoccupati perchè sentivano di aver fallito tutti e due come coniugi. Erano sposati da ventun anni. Il marito era un uomo d’affari di successo. All’inizio dello scambio verbale che riproduciamo, la moglie aveva solo osservato che per tutti quegli anni di matrimonio non aveva mai saputo in che rapporti fosse col marito.
Psichiatra: Lei vuole dire che avrebbe bisogno di ricevere da suo marito qualche indicazione per sapere se è contento di quello che lei fa.
Moglie: Sì.
Psichiatra: Ma suo marito non le fa delle osservazioni, positive o negative che siano?
Marito: E’ raro che io le faccia osservazioni…
Moglie: E’ proprio raro…
Psichiatra: Allora come- come sa che…
Moglie: (interrompendolo) Lui fa solo i complimenti. E’ questa la cosa che sconcerta. Mettiamo che mi si bruci qualcosa che ho cucinato -lui dice che è proprio ‘buono, molto buono’. Ma se preparo un piatto che è veramente buono, lui ripete la stessa frase: ‘Buono, molto buono’. Gliel’ho detto che non capisco quand’è che mi critica e quando mi fa i complimenti. Ma lui pensa che i complimenti mi spingano a far meglio, così quando proprio me li merito lui è al sicuro (li fa sempre). Stanno così le cose…Il valore dei complimenti l’ho perduto.
Psichiatra: Lei vuol dire che non sa in che rapporti è con una persona che le fa smepre i complimenti…
Moglie: (interrompendolo) No, io non so più quando è che mi critica e quando sono veri i complimenti che mi fa.
Anche se i coniugi sono entrambi pienamente consapevoli dello schema in cui sono impigliati, alla fine la consapevolezza non li aiuta a fare qualcosa che uscirne. [Watzlawick, Beavin, Don D. Jackson, “Pragmatica della comunicazione umana”, Roma Astrolabio (1971), p.76]

Prendiamo ancora Fabio e Patrizia, e diciamo che lui sia il Master e lei sia la slave; lei è stata ‘collarizzata’ due mesi prima, e come moltissimi fanno, hanno stilato un contratto con tanto di firma e timbro. Quel contratto non è forse metacomunicativo? Non chiarisce la natura della loro relazione? Non stanno forse parlando della loro relazione su quel pezzo di carta? Poniamo il caso in cui Fabio e Patrizia metacomunichino senza sapere di farlo, senza distinguere consciamente i livelli. Mettiamo che Fabio abbia fatto qualcosa che ha ferito profondamente Patrizia a livello emotivo; qualcosa che doveva essere taboo, che doveva essere FUORI dal bdsm, e che invece era entrato con forza e l’aveva lasciata totalmente spogliata della sua sicurezza. Immaginiamoci Patrizia che gli dice – Non dovevi farlo -, e Fabio che le risponde – Non sei tu a dare gli ordini qui -.
Il problema? Patrizia sta metacomunicando, Fabio no. Fabio non ha distinto i livelli, e si sta comportando esattamente nel ruolo che gli è dato, non astraendosi. Ma per metacomunicare c’è bisogno di uscire dalla bolla di ruoli della dinamica relazionale. E’ come se due soldati di fazioni opposte in guerra abbandonassero le armi, si sedessero ad un tavolo e giocassero a scacchi decidendo le rispettive strategie.
Mi sembra estremamente chiarificatore citare il meraviglioso scritto teatrale di Edward Albee, Chi ha Paura di Virginia Woolf, dove la comunicazione tra i due protagonisti (che sono sposati) si piega al loro gioco e risulta così scarsa a livello metacomunicativo da mostrare gli effetti disastrosi di due ruoli che non riescono più a fare altro che distruggersi a vicenda.
Anzi, per essere sicura di dire con certezza tutto quello che voglio dire sull’argomento, cito me medesima copiando un paio di miniparagrafi da una ricerca che avevo fatto in passato, incentrata proprio sui paradossi della/nella comunicazione.

2. Il paradosso nella comunicazione

Entrando nello specifico dei paradossi pragmatici, questi hanno particolare valore nelle comunicazioni umane in quanto generano comportamenti che possono cadere nella schizofrenia e altre patologie.
Nell’interazione umana, si genera un paradosso quando:
・ Vi è una forte relazione di tipo complementare (ufficiale e subordinato, ad esempio).
・ Viene data un’ingiunzione che deve essere obbedita ma deve essere disobbedita per essere obbedita.
・ La persona che nella relazione ricopre la posizione one-down (sottomesso) non è in grado di uscire dallo schema paradossale in quanto non può metacomunicare*** (cioè comunicare sulla comunicazione paradossale).

La forma più frequente di paradossi nella pragmatica della comunicazione umana è un’ingiunzione che richiede un comportamento specifico, che proprio per sua natura non può che essere spontaneo. Ad esempio, chiunque riceva il messaggio “Sii spontaneo!” si ritrova in una posizione insostenibile, perché per obbedire ed essere spontaneo deve entrare in uno schema di non spontaneità, che è l’obbedienza. Alcune varianti possono essere:
(a) “Dovresti amarmi”
(b) “Non essere così ubbidiente”
(c) “Sai che puoi fare quello che vuoi, non preoccuparti se però poi piango”

Queste ingiunzioni sono paradossali in quanto richiedono la simmetria in un tipo di rapporto complementare.
Sottoporre una qualunque persona per lungo tempo ad un tipo di comunicazione di questo tipo significa ledere significativamente la sua salute mentale, in quanto uno stimolo paradossale non può che generare una risposta altrettanto paradossale. Il lavaggio del cervello infatti si fonda quasi esclusivamente sul paradosso pragmatico.

Lo studio condotto a metà del 1900 da Bateson, Jackson, Haley e Weakland ha gettato nuova luce sul comportamento schizofrenico, ipotizzando che fosse l’ambiente a generare la schizofrenia, e non la schizofrenia a degradare l’ambiente circostante. Secondo loro infatti lo schizofrenico “deve vivere in un universo in cui le sequenze di eventi sono tali che le sue abitudini di comunicazione non convenzionali in qualche modo saranno appropriate”. Studiando approfonditamente questo tipo di comunicazione, sono arrivati a coniare il termine doppio legame.
Questo è generato quando:
・ Due o più persone sono coinvolte in una relazione intensa che ha un alto valore di sopravvivenza fisica e/o psicologica per una di esse, per alcune, o per tutte.
・ Viene dato un messaggio che è strutturato in modo tale che (a) asserisce qualcosa, (b) asserisce qualcosa sulla propria asserzione, (c) queste due asserzioni si escludono a vicenda.
・ Si impedisce al ricettore del messaggio di uscir fuori dallo schema stabilito, o metacomunicando o chiudendosi in se stesso.

Possiamo evidentemente notare come alla base del doppio legame vi sia proprio un paradosso pragmatico nella sua definizione da manuale. In particolare, impedire al ricettore del messaggio di uscir fuori dallo schema lo costringe di fatto a reagire forzatamente all’ingiunzione, che in quanto paradossale lo porta a rispondere in modo anch’esso paradossale.
È importante poi sottolineare che questo tipo di relazione non è unidirezionale, ma ogni membro del rapporto avrà importanza eguale rispetto agli altri, e se un doppio legame produce un comportamento paradossale, sarà proprio questo a legare il legatore. Perde allora di senso la domanda “come”, o “perché” in quanto questi sistemi patologici sono circoli viziosi auto-perpetuantesi. Laddove vi è un doppio legame, si potrà diagnosticare nel membro “più disturbato” la schizofrenia.
Davanti ad un doppio legame, le possibili reazioni possono essere:
・ La persona penserà di essersi lasciata sfuggire un particolare importante per rendere sensato lo schema, idea ancora più motivata dal fatto che per tutti gli altri membri lo schema appare come logico. Sarà perciò ossessionata dallo scoprire questi elementi, e non trovandoli porterà la ricerca a fenomeni senza alcuna attinenza col significato e con gli elementi che cerca di trovare.
・ Opterà per la soluzione paramilitare, e cioè prendere tutte le ingiunzioni alla lettera, elidendo ogni idea personale. L’osservatore perciò potrebbe notare comportamenti insensati in quanto mancherebbe la capacità/volontà di distinguere ciò che è banale da ciò che è importante, ciò che è plausibile e ciò che non lo è.
・ Potrebbe scegliere di chiudere i canali di comunicazione ed isolarsi psicologicamente e fisicamente, per evitare di dover reagire all’ingiunzione. L’osservatore si troverebbe davanti ad un soggetto autistico. Per lo stesso motivo la persona potrebbe decidere di diventare iperattiva, al punto da sommergere tutti i messaggi in entrata.

Una volta che il messaggio paradossale è stato imposto alla persona che a sua volta ha risposto con un comportamento paradossale anch’esso, il paradosso è imposto agli altri comunicanti, completando il circolo vizioso. Ogni comunicazione infatti tende a creare un circuito a retroazione positiva, cioè dove una volta che A ha inviato un messaggio a B, questo invia un messaggio sull’output ad A che lo modifica.

***Sull’importanza della metacomunicazione, rimando al paragrafo successivo, su “Chi ha paura di Virginia Woolf”

2.1 Chi ha paura di Virginia Woolf?

“Chi ha paura di Virginia Woolf” è un dramma teatrale di Edward Albee, scritta nel 1962 e rappresentata in tutto il mondo.
La trama è abbastanza semplice: tratta di una coppia sposata, Martha e George che invitano una domenica la coppia Nick e Honey, molto più giovani di loro. Tutto il dramma ruota intorno al confronto tra queste due coppie e allo scontro incessante tra Martha e George che con numerose escalation continuano a lottare per avere l’ultima parola su tutto. Imbastiscono una serie di giochi psicologici che portano la coppia ospite ad essere coinvolta nel gioco perverso tra i due protagonisti, e a scoprire che questi due mantengono il mito di un figlio immaginario che George ucciderà (sotto lo sguardo incredulo di Martha) alla fine della storia.
Il rapporto dei due protagonisti è un perfetto esempio di doppio legame, dove entrambi sono invischiati in quelle regole che non sono in grado di modificare e che fanno sì che il loro schema comportamentale si replichi all’infinito.
L’importanza della metacomunicazione risulta subito evidente, laddove manca in entrambi la capacità di comunicare sul loro gioco per modificarlo. Mancando quella che è la figura del terapeuta, che sarebbe in grado di cambiare il doppio legame e le regole, i due protagonisti continuano a tentare di distruggersi a vicenda, in un’escalation che non si esaurisce nemmeno alla fine del dramma teatrale, che non segnala certo la risoluzione del conflitto.
Poiché non c’è nulla che distingue la loro metacomunicazione dalla comunicazione, le proposte per modificare il gioco o per cessarlo non vengono ascoltate dall’altro che le interpreta come se fossero parte del gioco stesso.
Un esempio è l’episodio in cui Martha, implorante, prega ripetutamente George di fermarsi, con questo risultato:

Martha: (con tenerezza, si muove per toccarlo) Ti prego, George, basta con i
giochi, io…
George: (le dà con violenza un colpo sulla mano) Non toccarmi! Le tue zampe
tienile pulite per gli studenti!
Martha: (grida spaventata, ma debolmente)
George: (le afferra i capelli e le tira indietro la testa) Adesso stammi bene a
sentire, Martha; hai avuto la serata e la notte tutte per te e adesso non puoi piantarla anche se non hai più sete di sangue. Noi andremo avanti e ti sistemerò in un modo che il tuo spettacolo di stanotte sembrerà un quadretto di Pasqua. Adesso ti voglio un tantino sveglia. (La schiaffeggia leggermente con la mano libera) Tira fuori un po’ di vita, bambina mia. (La schiaffeggia ancora)
Martha: (cercando di liberarsi) Fermati!
George: (la schiaffeggia ancora) Riprenditi! Ti voglio in piedi e in forma, tesoro
mio, perché sto per metterti a terra e allora bisogna che stai su. (La schiaffeggia ancora; le dà una spinta e la lascia andare; lei si riprende
Martha: Va bene, George. Che vuoi?
George: Una battaglia alla pari, bambina. Tutto qui.
Martha: L’avrai!
George: Voglio vederti furibonda!
Martha: SONO FURIBONDA!
George: Lo sarai molto di più.
Martha: NON DARTI PENSIERO DI QUESTO!
George: Sono contento per te, ragazza mia. Adesso giocheremo questo gioco
fino alla morte.
Martha: La tua!
George: Avrai una sorpresa. Ecco i ragazzi. Tieniti pronta.
Martha: (passeggia per la stanza come un pugile sul ring)Sono pronta. [pp.208-9]

2.2 Conseguenze del paradosso

Bisogna tener presente che ogni relazione possiede strumenti di omeostasi che cioè permettono al sistema di restare in equilibrio. Un messaggio paradossale che genera un comportamento paradossale che provoca una comunicazione paradossale, è un sistema omeostatico dove l’equilibrio non solo è stabile ma è addirittura auto-perpetuante. I sistemi di comunicazione insani presentano regole ben più rigide di quelle di un sistema sano, in quanto l’omeostasi condizionata dal circolo vizioso fa si che non sia accettabile il cambiamento, perciò qualsiasi strumento per ristabilire l’equilibrio farà si che la situazione continui in eterno uguale a se stessa.
Sottolineo il fatto che le regole rigide presenti nei sistemi insani ad un osservatore esterno potranno far sembrare laa situazione caotica.
Un’altra importante differenza tra i sistemi sani ed insani è che questi ultimi mancano di metaregole, cioè di regole per il cambiamento delle proprie regole, nel caso in cui si rivelino inadeguate. Questo è evidente se si pensa che il sistema è eterno nel suo circolo.

Possiamo ipotizzare tre diverse situazioni paradossali che possono generare tre quadri clinici patologici:
・ La persona viene biasimata per il modo in cui vede il mondo o per la percezione che ha di se stessa. La persona (spesso un bambino dai propri genitori) tenderà perciò a diffidare dei propri sensi. Verrà esortata a vedere le cose “nel modo giusto” e ad essere accusata di esser pazza per pensare le cose in un certo modo. Il quadro clinico della persona corrisponderà a quello della schizofrenia, in quanto non sarà più in grado di trovare nessi logici che gli altri vedono apparentemente con chiarezza e lei no.
・ La persona viene rimproverata per il fatto di provare sentimenti che non dovrebbe provare. Si sentirà perciò in colpa per la propria incapacità di provare sentimenti adeguati, e il senso di colpa potrebbe essere l’ennesimo sentimento non giustificato. Cercando di provare quello che gli viene detto di dover provare, il comportamento della persona corrisponderà al quadro clinico della depressione.
・ La persona riceve da individui per lei importanti asserzioni dove le si chiede un certo tipo di comportamento e il suo opposto, ritrovandosi nella situazione di poter obbedire solo disobbedendo. Il comportamento corrispondente è quello della delinquenza o di instabilità.

In definitiva, ciò che fa di una relazione paradossale un circolo senza fine è l’impossibilità di cambiare le regole dello schema (metaregole) o di comunicare sulla situazione paradossale (metacomunicazione). I membri infatti non possono vedere, rimanendo all’interno della relazione, le alternative che non sono in essa contenute.

Non dimentichiamoci però che la nostra esistenza è satura di paradossi. Molti rapporti assicurano la propria stabilità quando i partner considerano realmente la possibilità di lasciarsi. La comunicazione paradossale abbiamo già detto che genera patologie laddove si forma un doppio legame per lungo tempo e questo diventa il pilastro base della comunicazione stessa.

Citare questi paragrafetti mi ha permesso anche di inserire gli esempi delle conseguenze di questi tipi di comunicazione paradossale.
Se consideriamo il mondo BDSM dove il dolore non è mai solo dolore e un “Sei solo una puttana” non vale mai (o almeno, quasi mai) fuori dalla sessione, la metacomunicazione svolge un ruolo a dir poco vitale per la coppia.
Specialmente per coloro che praticano i loro fetishes 24/7 è necessario saper conversare su metalivelli, perchè non c’è nemmeno più l’ambiente circoscritto dal tempo della sessione, perciò smette di esserci un Dentro e un Fuori.
Me ne rendo conto sempre di più man mano che pratico all’interno del bdsm: la metacomunicazione è l’unica cosa che impedisce di cadere all’interno di un rapporto paradossale e deleterio. Vedo moltissime coppie (non necessariamente intese come coppie ‘romantiche’) che non metacomunicando consciamente si ritrovano invischiate in un circolo vizioso che li intrappola sempre di più, in una spirale di pretese e concessioni non capite.

“Il fatto è che una persona non può scegliere la sola alternativa che la aiuterebbe a scoprire quello che la gente vuol dire; non è in grado – se non viene molto aiutata – di discutere i messaggi degli altri. Ma se non è in grado di farlo, l’essere umano è simile a ogni sistema autoregolantesi che abbia perduto il suo regolatore; gira entro una spirale di deformazioni interminabili che sono però sempre sistematiche” [Bateson, Gregory, Jackson, Don D., Haley, Jay e Weakland, John, “Toward a Theory of Schizophrenia”, Behavioral Science (1956), 1, pp. 251-64]

L’ambiente cuck in particolare è pieno zeppo di queste situazioni, perchè si basa sulla stessa pratica paradossale del tradire senza tradire davvero. Le oscillazioni tra ciò che è oltraggioso all’interno della coppia e ciò che non lo è sono veloci e instabili, nonchè imprevedibili. Se la diade ha anche un doppio legame di tipo Mistress e sottomesso, abbiamo la perfetta ricetta per una situazione intricata destinata ad intricarsi ancora di più, dove i paletti limite vengono spostati più in là senza alcuna logica. Come se in un rapporto BDSM la safe-word (metacomunicazione per eccellenza, la porta di ‘salvezza’) venisse cambiata arbitrariamente da uno dei due ogni giorno senza che l’altro lo sappia, così da intrappolarlo all’interno del ruolo senza possibilità di scampo.
Persino nei contratti di collarizzazione più stretti, laddove viene indicata come regola finale “La slave non può decidere di interrompere la relazione”, c’è sempre la libertà di metacomunicare e modificare le regole attraverso delle metaregole.
E’ un tipo di libertà che non deve MAI, MAI essere revocata. E deve essere nella testa di tutti che questa libertà non PUO’ essere revocata perchè saltando di livello si può sempre arrivare a parlare da pari a pari con il partner che si ha di fronte.
La sottomissione è pur sempre un atto di volontà individuale, così come essere Master/Mistress o essere slave richiede la collaborazione di entrambi, ed entrambi hanno pieno diritto di conversare con l’altro per correggere la dinamica qualora stesse uscendo fuori dai binari.

Leggo di troppi rapporti che vanno alla deriva e che, con un occhio sufficientemente lungimirante, si mostrano destinate a circoli viziosi sempre più stretti finchè uno dei due (o entrambi) non soffocherà.
Pensiamoci.

Bibliografia: Watzlawick, Beavin, Don D. Jackson, “Pragmatica della comunicazione umana”, Roma Astrolabio (1971);
Watzlawick, “Il codino del Barone di Münchhausen”, Milano Feltrinelli (1989)

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The Masturbation

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Don’t think badly of me, if I write a lot less than usual. But these are days in which are happening very subtle things, and it’s hard to write them. Just as it is difficult to write thoughts and fantasies without being boring and/or chattering. I always prefer to wait to have a substantial bundle to ‘give’ to my readers.
But today is a bit different. It may be because something finally starts working, and I don’t want to read this blog in the future and find only stories in which I plodded taking up the cudgels on my behalf. Maybe it’s also good for me telling the little steps, the little ones that are less recognized, but those one that if added together day after day they lead to big changes over time.

As I already told you, yesterday I was able to masturbate thinking of him with another girl. Difficult and not very satisfactory from the physical point of view, from the mental point of view it unlocked a great confidence. I finally felt back the control of my body: no longer subdued to sudden bouts of anger, panic, crying. I was again the very Owner of all I am, and finally I was able to decide what to do. And I decided I had to have an orgasm, out of pure self-satisfaction.
I was scared. Especially of the possible guilt that eventually would have come later. Those widespread seconds of disgust that usually follow an orgasm. I was terrified of not being able to look at myself, once I realized what I had done, facing the fact that I touched myself imagining what hurt me most.
It has something of sublime this embracing ones source of suffering.

I focus a moment on the fantasy that I have tried to have. I’ve never been good at imagining scenes, my dreams have never had a sexual background and in order to masturbate I’ve always depended on the porn video I found on the net. Especially because of this, being able to masturbate out of the blue without even being excited only imagining a given scene was particularly difficult.
In my head I was exactly like in the reality, lying on the couch, while He and X were on the chair-bed in front of me. I name her X because I haven’t even tried to imagine her face, I put her back on me astride him and I freed myself from the trouble of having to imagine her pretty (and I didn’t want to risk giving her a face already known to me) .
Enjoy the fantasy and sharpen the picture were two separate things that I couldn’t do both at the same time. Focusing on physical sensations to guide the orgasm meant losing control over their figures which became two pink boxes stuck on a  Prussian blue chair . When I concentrated only on them I had seconds in which the wave of Pain struck my belly, this allowed me to transfer the burning feeling from the stomach to my v… yeah, that, through the operation Masochism/Blackness (whichever was it I still don’t know). But it only lasted a few seconds, and quickly they clouded again.
A struggle, seriously.

Today he’s finally come home, and as I already imagined, we didn’t lose much time before starting our games. We must say that my enthusiasm was (is) due to the week of ‘chastity’ which for some improvised black hole in my brain I had agreed to. Therefore for a week on my body were only my hands on the clitoris (under strict control of him of course). However, while we were preparing my second orgasm, He blindfolded me quietly, tied my legs so they were bent and spread wide, ordered me to keep on touching myself and as he approached his cock to my mouth he said, “And so you masturbated yesterday, eh? “.
I knew where he was driving at. I wanted to try it too.
I told him what I had imagined the day before, he incited me telling me that in the future I’d have to prepare him for his fuck with someone just like that.
Some other little joke, and within 20 minutes it’s over. I had a bit of disgust, I cannot deny it. But his presence reassured me a lot, I never felt dirty, nor humiliated (in the worst way possible) and the orgasm was as strong as my usual.
Speaking after that I told him that it would be nice if the next time it would be him to speak and to lead my orgasm deciding for me what to imagine.
I do the fool in time of war, I say so just because if they are the words of another person which I have to imagine in my mind, I lose responsibility on them. Just as I can masturbate on things I find being barely legal, in the same way it was perfectly possible for me to masturbate on a scene so painful and humiliating, but not dictated by me. Because it was just like I was not the author.
He likes to think that I am present and do something (which it could be cleaning, lubricating her, keeping her open, touching myself in front of him), but I realize that for me it’s humiliating. To show to a stranger that I’m interested in that makes me feel naked in a high school class. Surely if I wanted to test the psychological submission, this would be a major step, but for now it revolves around the perverse pleasure I feel thinking myself in there but ignored. Invisible. Present, but as behind a double-glazed where I can see them but where they cannot see me.
My imagination can go this far. I know that it has done this in the past. I have perfect memory that I masturbated once thinking about the little girl friend on who I had a crush while she was being kissed by her neighbor (something they actually did before me, dancing on ‘Gift’ of Elisa, a song hopelessly tied to sex for me).
In reality I go into panic if he says “I have to speak with her  on the phone.”

The next month goal?
Gather my bipolar raptures and be able to see myself in one piece at the mirror.

Ps. Gosh, such an evocative title!

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First Taste – Final Report – ENGLISH VERSION

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I had promised myself to write as soon as possible and not to let too many days go by because then I would have to face more “backlog”, but in the end I’m back after more than a week. And a lot of things have happened.

A feeling that I was still brooding over was the Defectiveness: as if every single feeling or thought were profoundly wrong, always. If I thought one thing, it’d  have been more appropriate that I didn’t. I shouldn’t hate her; I shouldn’t hold a grudge, I shouldn’t cry; I shouldn’t despair; I shouldn’t hurt myself; I shouldn’t oppose; I shouldn’t be obsessed by it; I shouldn’t be turned on; I shouldn’t submit myself ; I shouldn’t have fun.
My superego prevented me to be able to overcome the impasse, and he was on the other side telling me that I couldn’t go on like that, that I had to react.
In my head constantly coexisted something that shouldn’t be there for my well-being and something that shouldn’t be there for the idea I had of myself. These two groups always included irreconcilable opposites.

The wave of security due to the party where I met her and where I shone just enough to let her know that opening her legs wouldn’t be even worth a thought by him during the day, allowed me to push myself towards experiments designed to overcome my pain.
Because she wasn’t playing on my area (due to lack of character, or because there wasn’t a right way), I started playing on her area, fusing together what was being a Cuckquean with the BDSM. It was an alternative path, where I could put in the BDSM Roleplay details of  Cuckqueaning. On a purely associative level, this thing would make sense, because putting the reality of my Cuckqueaning in the BDSM game would make that reality a game itself during the session. And a game is by definition something that under the right rules can’t harm me.
Anyway I started to experiment with different positions, helped by curiosity, by the desire for revenge, by the challenge of something new and by his involvement that finally could see me ‘in action’ too.

The problem? The problem arose when for the nth time she had a tantrum and we decided to close things. Close in the sense of eliminate her, elide her, delete her, exclude her, disintegrate her, exile her, abandon her and a hundred other particularly colourful adjectives.
The curious thing is that she herself, the same night of our decision, even before we could prepare a speech for dismissing her, sent him a message saying that her boyfriend had found out everything about them and that therefore they couldn’t see each other anymore.
Do I believe her? Absolutely not. The next day they even left for a vacation. He must have taken it quite sportingly, right.

So now it happens that everything with her has come to an end (she might want to try new approaches, but frankly, neither of us is willing), we are at more than half of the summer and our pressing commitments have begun to be felt.
And there’s no time to treat such a relationship. We cannot do it with girls who stick like mussels because they are in love. It’s not the right time for that kind of game, and maybe I’m not even ready for that level.
In light of the experience we had in such a short time, we have reopened the discussion “How should she be”

The first characteristic is: self-sufficient; we can’t keep up with her and comfort her every day when she is in crisis, reassure her when she doubts, cuddle her when she wants attentions etc.
He spoke of the fact that the ideal would be taking a girl that I trust, because I could refine that game which in a different context it’d become reality for me, as it would be reality for her. If she does it for fun and with conscience and respect for my position, then we can all move for the ‘good’ policy. I still think it is quite an impossible opportunity, since there is no one I trust so much to put in her hands a part so delicate and vulnerable of myself.
Alternative: girls / women who are already involved in a relationship AND who aren’t looking for a serious love story. A girl who doesn’t want a substitute for her flabby boyfriend just because she doesn’t want to be alone. For this there would be specialized sites but we will see in due course.

This  month and a half has shocked both of us, and many of my exaggerated and schizophrenic reactions hadn’t been foreseen. There is the need to re-engage the gear, tidying the mess made by the hurricane and learn how to put the shutters in order to create a controlled current rather than a typhoon.
Finally, after more than a month I come to pick up some of my beats: to study, learn, play, watch movies, read, paint, eat and sleep (!) and many other healthy things.
I don’t want to stop everything, of course.
What I learned in this period was a lot, and a part of me is shocked by the sudden interruption of the flow of acid which invested me every day. Almost as if they brought me back in my home after having thrown me for a month in a battlefield. There is the initial reaction of “What the hell am I doing? I should be somewhere else,” but slowly even this will straighten out.

Accepting the possibility of being a Cuckquean was certainly the greatest revolution of 2011, and I won’t quit.
Stubbornness or enlightenment we will see.

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Humiliation Station – ENGLISH VERSION

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I keep on doing things that surprise me.
I told myself I wasn’t in a sub-position, that I wasn’t searching for humiliation and I didn’t like it. Despite everything, I look at my experiences and I realize that it’s as if I’m looking for situations outside the provided framework just to test me. To see if I can. If I can still breathe with my lungs underwater.
Well, I can.

Lately our dear girl has been capricious like a child, and she changed her mind a dozen times about seeing my boyfriend before or after her vacation. I was irritated because I couldn’t bear to see her dictating us, deciding when doing it was better or worse; that she could dare to push him to choose one way rather than another; that she believed she could influence him in some way, as if I didn’t exist. Probably that’s how it is: for most of the time she is convinced that I don’t exist. It must be one of her ways to escape from her guilt.
She could grow a pair of horns (devil’s horns I mean*) and play the field to spice up the situation, but maybe I’m asking for too much.

Last night we were at the birthday of our dear friend (see one of the initial posts for clarifications) and she was there too of course, plus the parade of girl friends.
He and I were very well dressed. I had spent more than two hours to get ready, but he in 20 minutes was able to shine more than I would have ever been able to. He was just charming, and I did my best to match up.
At the door I was very nervous to the idea of finally seeing her, talking to her, giving my memories a realer shade.
She opens the door, wearing a mini sheath dress that blows up her forms from all sides. I seriously thought that she might have breathing problems with a dress that tight, but her intention was to show off at least at that juncture.
We exchange two sentences of circumstance and she’s very quick to ignore me. She goes back to her friends and I get to be deliberately put aside. I know that she does it for fear and discomfort, but a part of me thinks that it can also be intentional.

When our friend does the honors and shows us the apartment, I finally see the room where my nightmares have taken place. I had a weight on the chest and clearly heard the pressure drop below my shoes. I forced myself to concentrate on useless things, but I kept noticing details that I had heard or seen in the photos. That is the mirror she used to take her nude photos, that‘s where she masturbates in the shower thinking of him, that‘s the BED where they rubbed on each other. I felt tiny in that room and I was feeling really bad. I noticed the many clothes left out and I guessed her indecision in choosing the dress for the evening.
Finally we go back in the living room with everyone else.

Dinner time: he is very sweet next to me and doesn’t miss half of a chance to kiss me, caress me, hug me, boast about me and look at me with the typical look of the “you charm me even after 5 years, you see?”  I chat with everyone and try to shake off the anxiety. He insists with me to make me recite Hamlet’s soliloquy in English, and though with some reluctance I do it. I notice her eyes always on him, and when hers meet mine they’re sometimes annoyed  and sometimes curious. I finish my acting and they’re all  clapping their hands, I’m still embarrassed by the sudden “performance”.
More time passes and we all begin to feel more comfortable, we can speak seriously about our studies and we are much more friendly. Everyone but her, who doesn’t talk to anyone and with every kind of excuse disappears somewhere.

At the end of the evening 5 of us remain and she still avoids us as if she held a grudge against us.
We sit on the sofa, she is beside me and he is on HER side, but they don’t talk to each other. She decides to go to sleep shortly after with the excuse that she had to wake up early (but she was just begging him through sms to stay for the night a couple of hours ago!) and she does the most pathetic scene of the evening: she greets everyone with kisses and hugs and then turns to him and…. gives him a wave of her hand.

Now, if she really wanted to act like the innocent one and not making me suspect anything, she has really failed. How could I not think there was something suspicious?!
He teases her and gets up to say goodnight, she touches his cheeks with hers but she looks terrified, I have an inquisitorial gaze that was telling a great deal.
After she’s gone, just the time for some befitting and we also go back home.

Result of the evening from the cuckqueaning point of view: disappointment. Disappointed because I was prepared for a battle that didn’t happen. I would rather believe that she is so subtle as to not even having to commit to prove something to me or tease him on these occasions because when I’m gone she can do whatever she wants; but instead she was just so uncomfortable that she didn’t say a word and had to camouflage herself with the furniture.
How can I feel superior to a piece of furniture? C’mon, it’s idiotic, and I’d look like a fool.
I was hoping for some gesture, phrase or attitude that didn’t happen. I found myself hoping that she would try to humiliate me. Anything better than that cowardly silence.
In her place? In her place I would have made sure that I’d wanted to get away from that house and that I could no longer find where I parked the car through my veil of tears. I would have been so mean to me in her place.

Any idea?
– She had the chance to do the honors, and show me in detail her bedroom where he almost fucked her.
– She had the chance to let slip many details of the times he stayed with her all night. Songs, speeches, anecdotes, anything would have worked.
– She had the chance to take advantage of the fact that for the first 20 minutes he had gone into the kitchen and had not yet had the opportunity to be affectionate with me, so she could have reached him and talked to him.
– She had the chance not to wear panties, and after having reached him in the kitchen, making him notice it.
– She had the chance to touch herself and then come to compliment my necklace (a gift from him) by touching it with wet fingers and forcing me to smell it.
– She had the chance to send him some pictures while we were at dinner. He would have received the pictures but wouldn’t have been able to show me anything right then (as he usually does), so I would have known for certain that she had sent them to him and I’d have gone paranoid about the fact that I was excluded.
– She had the chance to find excuses to be alone with him. When he went to the bathroom, for example, she could have reached him and everyone at the party would have done “innocent” jokes about the fact that both of them were gone. I would have been the only one who knew that the rumors had some truth.
– She had the chance to offer to masturbate him so he would have returned from the bathroom with a raging hard on, and I would  have known what had happened.
– She had the chance to ask him to help her with the books that she had to give him back, but oops they were in her room and they’d had to look for them…
– She had the chance to strike up a chat with me and make me a speech about betrayal, about her (fake) bad experiences and how lucky I was to have a boyfriend so in love and faithful.
– She had the chance to sit next to him at the table and play footsie with him.
– She had the chance to be the social one and with the excuse to continue with some conversation with me, follow us when we went to the balcony because he was smoking, in order to not leave us alone.
– When on the balcony he pricked himself twice with the plant that was behind him, the second time she could have tried to protect him, she could have pricked herself or pretended a sprain to make him worry for her and take care of her.
– She had the chance on the couch to put her knees high towards him, so as to show that she had no underwear. Or she could have done it to show her panties. She could have done it even closer to me, but putting her back towards me to speak with him.
– She had the chance to ask him a foot massage and then slyly at me “you don’t mind, do you?”
– She had the chance to send text messages to him throughout the evening.
– She had the chance to talk to him about anecdotes in which I had not been present, to exclude me.
– When she had to say goodbye, she had the chance to bend down to be over him.
– She had the chance to put some music, and very naturally begin to dance staring at him.
– She had the chance to pretend to have received a message for which she was very upset, and could have asked him to talk in private. With a sufficiently convincing face no one would have thought bad of her, because if something serious had happened it was possible that he already knew the circumstances and that therefore she trusted to confide in him.
– She had the chance to bring the dog down for a walk and could have asked him to accompany her, as he was the strongest man present. “So I’m safer.”
– Sha had the chance to make matters worse every time she took him for herself by saying “I’ll steal him a moment” or “I’ll borrow him.”
– Again on the idea of taking off her panties, she could have come to him and put them on his hand on the sly. He would have had to find a way to get rid of them or hide them, and I’d have discovered it later, and then I would have gone into paranoia.
– Moving the general conversation on sex (which is not at all difficult) she could have boasted that she was particularly tight, or that she could control her muscles very well, or she could move very well. Whatever.
– She had the chance to ask me to go with her into the kitchen to help her and then leave me there doing the dishes.
– Clearing the table, she could have bent down over him to show her cleavage.
– She had the chance to stand in front of me and then, having her back to me, lean forward toward him.

…..but she didn’t.

Concentrating I could find other things, millions of other things. She could have made me live the worst night of my life, and instead I’ve been like a porcelain doll: perfect, untouched.

He now tells me that he intends to move with the speech on a more psychological domination, and he wants me a little closer to her in order to “use” me to pile it on. Still don’t know what he has in mind but I like the idea.
Lately I like all the ideas. For some strange reason, when he speaks about what he wants to do I feel a slight burning sensation in the stomach, different from panic or jealousy. It’s as if it warms more than burns.

This is the “more …”-feeling I was talking about.
These days I also played the subdued role much more than usual. We did a bdsm session which he improvised from scratch, I didn’t even have the time to prepare myself and it was very exciting.

I send him photos that technically she should send to him, but I do it for a sort of a small pinch of territory, as if to prove that even on these small things I can do much better than her.
Finally, speaking in general about cuckqueaning, it’s taking a strange tone. In addition to our usual metacommunication, occasionally this different kind of tone makes me point out some humiliating nuances, makes me write on the blog all the things she could have done to show off, tells me that I have to get closer to her almost as if we were friends. It becomes a meta-metacommunication sometimes, but He assumes a voice different even from the one he uses with her. A voice to which I basically can’t say “No” because it makes everything seem exciting. “Excited” in the sense of “Intrigued” (see post 1).

She is a piece of shit, this is already established. But with her used as a weapon to spice things up, he and I are discovering those kind of games that bind us even more.

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The Conspiracy of Silence – ENGLISH VERSION

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This would be so much easier if I were really turned on. I repeat it a million times a day. Every time I look at him and the pit of my stomach closes thinking about him on her, I repeat to myself that I should just push a hand down my pants and force myself to come.
Probably I’d end up vomiting, but maybe that would be the first step to wash my brain.

I am afraid of being chattering with him, and not being able to talk about anything else. Moreover, this is still something that occupies my head completely, from when I wake up to when I fall asleep.
Some time ago I liked this kind of fantasies: having always something to think about in the dead times of the day was reassuring, and I almost waited for my free time to do so. I would fantasize and cradle myself listening to music or staring into space  or a particular detail that I used as a springboard to dive into my mind.
Now it’s as if everything was reversed, and my entire life has locked itself up in dead moments when this thing doesn’t drill my brain.

With the passing of the days I try to understand how I can stop feeling overwhelmed in a corner, choked by dust. I realize that as long as it’s just sex, I don’t win anywhere, I’m just the girlfriend he leaves behind the door in order to be with her. If sex is what she wants, well, she gets exactly that, and satisfied by it she goes on with her life feeling no shame at all.
She is exactly in the position where I used to be in all my other relationships. I was the one “arrived last” and I always had to roll up my sleeves to make sure that I was the only thing the X boy could think of. My task was to oust those who were already there (not  talking about existing relationships necessarily, I hardly took boys already in a love relationship). She’s there. And perhaps for the first time I feel really bumped because I know what her intentions are, because I wasn’t born yesterday and I’ve been there first.
She has no real possibilities, it’s true, but the idea that she DARES still bothers me.

In my fantasies he’s at a party which appear to be like a debutante ball, and talks with this or that girl. If there is one in particular, she’s in love with him and tries in every way to be desired by him. One dance follows another, he’s having fun. I always imagine myself isolated, perhaps in the garden adjacent to the hall. I imagine him noticing my figure under the moonlight for a single moment, and suddenly he can no longer see anything else.
This is the kind of “eclipse” I wish to see. I wish everyone could feel that shadow that suddenly becomes longer, as if he was the spotlight that looks away.

With her craving his body, whatever she wants is in her ability to get. With or without me making noises and scalping. This is the impasse.
She’s attacking something close enough (the physical side) to put me on alert, but far enough away to have it without me complaining about something real. If she was in love and craved a deeper relationship, there she would receive all the walls on the face that I would like. But perhaps not even those, because for the sake of “We must keep her so I can’t say something that could make her go away,” she would receive ambiguous and inconclusive answers that would raise her hope of having time to try, and from my point of view they would reduce my figure to a poster that anyone can choose not to look at.

The day before yesterday there was their call and I asked him to be able to listen through earphones. She had such a flirtatious voice that I wanted to shout to put off that beautiful mask, because her sluttiness was already clear to the world. After a few befitting and some openly horny answers from her (are you really drooling over MY boyfriend?) He orders her to start masturbating and then goes away for another phone call, leaving me with her, groaning in Dolby Surround.
After he returned the call didn’t last long, and I spent the time in my usual apathy,  the perfect barrier for when I have “sessions” to bear.

Friday there will be a party, and she -sassy as ever- initially asked him for me to be there, so she could thank me for helping her with the paper (see initial posts) and then confessed that she was “curious.” She later recanted because she realized that she should pretend nothing happened with him, and after asking him to remain with her the whole night (has she already forgotten that I should be there too? What the fuck) she began to ask him to see each other in private early next week.
So, probably next week there will be a meeting, and I begin to do mental gymnastics.

In the meantime I try to get rid of the guilt that I feel every time I try to keep those wonderful daily routines that he and I had for months. Was it watching a movie, an anime, reading a book, learning a new thing, taking a walk, visiting a church … whatever it is, as soon as I feel relaxed, a part of my brain makes me alert and yells at me because I shouldn’t sit so much at ease while there’s an intruder in my house. It’s like having thieves in the house and continuing watching TV while they empty the safe.
My tears have passed the phase of Shock, Anger, Injustice, Abandonment, and now land on Nostalgia, where I miss the good times that I can’t touch, now that there’s this twig stuck in my rib.

How dare I be happy? If I’m quiet and composed how can she notice me? How can I scare her and make her understand the danger if I don’t wake up and growl? How can I make her feel a worm If I go on with my life exactly as if she wasn’t there?
If I were in her place I would have hundreds of ways to take advantage of my conspiratorial condescension.
Am I giving her more cunning than she really has?

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Eagle and Phoenix – ENGLISH VERSION

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There are things I can’t stand.
Things like the seizure of power. Like the fact that she’s getting too full of herself. That he doesn’t agree with my will to kill her.
I was doing well, I was polite and patient, accommodating and creative. All this in favour of that girl. Half of the things with which she got wet during this week came from ideas I had and that he approved. The fact that he is with her is thanks to MY request. She should kiss the ground I walk on.

Instead, she asked about the type of sex that we do and she is all like “I will make you do what she doesn’t do.”
It can’t go on like this. She wants to feel special. And he didn’t smash her face against a wall as I wished. He told her that she has a long way to go to be special. Some may think that it’s a way to discourage her, however, I believe it’s just a way to say “Do your best, because you can succeed if you really want to.”

There have been arguments due to my chaotic mood swings, to my fear after perceiving her intentions as the most malevolent towards me, to my claim to understand what she might think of this or that sentence just because “I’m also a woman.”

I probably don’t know anything. I probably shouldn’t even put my nose in it. The fact that I can read what he wants to write to her is already a lot, and I have veto power on this. When I insist on some sentence because it hurts me, I no longer think that those words would be the most useful in that moment, and he feels like I don’t trust him. Closing my mouth, however, is something I can’t do, although I must admit that at least half of my complaints are based upon the pain of an open wound. There should be guns shooting at lungs just when anyone even considers the idea of putting me in a threatening situation. But this time there is a “Do your best.” It’s not exactly the most deadly blow I have ever seen inflicted to my “enemies.”

The other day I was saying that my intolerance towards her (more than understandable) moves for independence are unbearable because it’s my entire life that women whom I love put their feet on my head, and I can’t accept this treatment from a unknown girl. I accepted things that would have required a clear cut of the relationship, I have endured, humiliating myself, far too many damages, and now there’s this Jane Do popped out of nowhere that happy as a flower wants to feel special. I was patient because I loved those people, but I don’t feel the least affection for her. I feel hurt because I wished that armies would have been raised to stop her. Or rather, I wished that HE would have stopped her, but we disable the alarms waiting for a “real” faux pas. By that point I’ll be already full of scratches, and hers will be the coup de grace. It won’t kill me, that’s for sure, but I can’t stand that we have to wait the 100th attack just because the other ones were ambiguous.

Oddly, yesterday I overreacted even listening to the him of the past, someone I’m already used to. I know that during the period we didn’t keep in touch he went with several girls, but yesterday hearing him talking about them had a different effect, as if their ghosts were part of the “game” and I could feel pain because of them. I yelled at him “I jump continuously from 1 to 100 women and my brain doesn’t have enough plugs of Guess Who* [italian table game: Indovina Chi] for all those you name” as if they were all girls that I still had to bear as I was tolerating her. It took hours for me to calm down and embrace what I already know: that is, I’m all that he needs. He has the patience to say the same things hundreds of times a day, I read the concern on his face and the pain every time I cry or I sigh, resigned.

I look in the mirror and see myself passing through the 5 stages of grief at random, sometimes all 5 simultaneously, sometimes one per second, sometimes one for each day of the week and the last two days in complete apathy.
I think I’m improving, because I can already subdue the panic attacks and crying. Those of anger are much more frequent and uncontrollable, the sense of injustice sometimes makes me say things like “I didn’t want it, I would have done differently if I had been given the opportunity.” Sometimes I let myself go for a second to the morbid sense of abandonment, that rapture that when you’re hurting yourself pushes you to go even further with closed eyes. Like notching oneself’s flesh, arching towards a whip, or imagining your boyfriend while he puts his cock inside her little lover and you think “More…” Because of these excesses of my mind I have incredible feelings of shame. Like I’m accepting a fate I should fight. But what will I lose if I convince myself to accept it and enjoy it? What part of my fighting spirit dies under this apparent submissiveness? How much ground does she gain if I give her the freedom to enjoy something that is only mine?
I try to force myself to embrace something that I asked for myself, but part of me is still screaming that I’d be crawling like a worm if I granted myself the luxury of letting it be. That I’d be handing my head on a platter even while knowing that she wouldn’t have the slightest hope of marking me.

I’m beginning to think that they will have to see each other, otherwise we’ll risk to ruin everything. And how will it be to face their meeting again? That silence stretched over hours, my desperate waiting, the insomnia and the wide-awake nightmares? Will I have new weapons? Will I have more self confidence? Will I have to take refuge in invectives trusted to an ally to taunt the dog to which I offered a juicy dish of mine?
They will have to fuck. He will have to touch her, he will go inside her, caress her, welcome her moans, he will have to think about her pleasure in order to get into her head and make her his slave. He will have to crawl under her skin, he will have his hands and his eyes busy and I will be a lifetime away.
While she will have her legs spread waiting for him, what will I be able to offer to him? What will I do to not let him deny me? How can he get off and satisfy her even while having me in his mind? Having me locked in a house in another universe? Will it be easier for him to think only about what he has to do? And what will remain to me if his head will be emptied? Can I say that another him will be born, functional to the act, ignorant of me? What will he do in order to get off knowing that I’m locked in a cage waiting for him? And if he succeeds even thinking about me, will I really be so small and so helpless to let my boyfriend that says he loves me and only me to fuck someone else? Will I be a thought so small and useless not to influence him at all for real?
Let’s change the cards on the table: if I were into it completely, it would be as if he was driven by my desire, and he’d think he would satisfy me by satisfying her. But things aren’t like that yet. I really have nothing in my hands with her panting on a bed. I would be just myself, I wouldn’t have changed in anything, but he’d be a man who has shared a bed with another woman. What is the passage in order to have my power recognized?

How is it that from a worm I can turn into an eagle?

Giu26

Peace? – ENGLISH VERSION

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Here it is another update, in order not to accumulate too much to say or risk mixing emotions and losing characteristic shades of each step.

A few days ago, the next night after the call, I crashed down for the umpteenth time. At the feeling of being totally alone and bearing so much pain I panicked again. Because I speak of instinctive emotions and he of stable rationality; I speak of moments of madness and he of rooted convictions. It seemed to me we were speaking different languages, that I couldn’t be comforted because we weren’t at the same level, it seemed that we weren’t even talking about the same thing. I cried and the tears had a much more modest taste, as a completely worn out person who has no longer much energy to squirm. Maybe it will be one of the last weeping that I will have towards the cuckqueaning, as if I were running out of tears.

These days He and I are strengthening their virtual relationship, to make sure that she won’t go away since he promised me a little vacation from their physical sessions. Curiously, I am full of ideas for them: sometimes without even meaning it I let slip some ‘advice’ and I’ve just found out that he doesn’t dislike these involvement of mine. I wouldn’t like to be there in the middle, but from a certain point of view it’s as if I controlled the situation with him. Yes, I control it anyway because that’s how we organized the dynamic, but now it’s as if I could feel it “physically.”

I asked to read the text messages they sent each other and I was shocked by the person that I found. I wasn’t able to recognize him even for a moment. He spoke in a different way, even the grammar of his sentences was different, the punctuation was set in a completely different way. I was shocked because that is a man I don’t know and I’m scared. I had to ask him if he really meant all those flirting lines, all that he wrote he wanted to do to her and all those explicit messages which I’m not used to. He strongly denied, saying it’s only a helpful dress to our game and I calmed down a bit, but I’m terribly paranoid when I ask him to read what they write. For me it’s like being a child who sees something new and wants to study it better, even if it is the most horrible thing ever.

She sends him photos every night, I stubbornly keep on insulting her body. Then I get pissed at myself because I know that I am not addressing really existing defects. I can’t find nothing wrong in reality, and it disarms me. She has nothing wrong.

She writes about their meetings (by a request of him) and I read more emotional and involved perspectives, which also change the image of him than he had given me. She mentions other gestures, other behaviours, it’s like hearing a different story, and knowing that she is talking about him scares me even more. I’m terrorized of hearing events that he may have omitted for one reason or another; gestures which mean nothing for him but that could make the difference for me.

He wants to hear her masturbating on the phone (an idea of mine, what the fuck…) and I already think that I must find something to do in the meantime because I don’t know if I can stand her sighing to him and saying who knows what on the other side of the phone. That he could say something. I absolutely don’t want to stare at his face and look for the slightest trace of excitement or interest in a FEMALE that tells him she’s ready for him. Sure of his human side, I get scared of his animal one. He says that he won’t be on the phone more than 10 minutes, whether she comes or not, and I want to do something else because otherwise I know I will check every minute that passes. And what if it’ll last more?

What if everything will last longer?

The other day we talked about the fact that we had decided to make this game last the time it actually ‘lived’, but for me it’s something that occupies my mind 24/7. I was naive to think that it might be a hobby I could just ignore when I wanted. It constantly occupies my mind, day and night, when I try to fantasize it creeps inside my head to paint everything with acid, and when I dream it stains me with nightmares.

These days it’s going a little better, I must admit it. The attacks of despair are less acute, jealousy stays under my skin without corroding me, but I still want to be careful.

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Last night I asked him to call her to hear her masturbating, I wanted to try to ‘take away the thought’ in order to be more quiet in the coming days. I told him I couldn’t bear more than 15 minutes (plus 5 minute of margin if she wasn’t alone yet), and I put myself aside. Immediately I felt terrible, I felt the usual anxiety and I wondered  how I could spend those 15 minutes of hell.
Then I got the idea.

I got up, went near him and I listened to the phone. He continued to speak in a tone that he doesn’t use with me (a pitched tone that I’d never want him to use with me if not in a jokingly manner) and I clang to his shirt trying to calm down. I made it, oddly enough. I heard him speak, from a distance I heard her sighs while masturbating and I was surprised by myself because I wasn’t upset anymore. No anxiety, no agitation. I felt sorry only because I couldn’t hear exactly what she was saying; I heard myself telling him that the next time I’d want earphones and he asked me “The next time?” It makes me laugh.

I gave some other ideas for her duties, he was enthusiastic and I was glad. I asked him to read what he wrote BEFORE sending the message, and he agreed, smiling.

I find that a kind of controlled closeness makes me feel better, I feel I have power over her just like him, I feel that we are playing together in a way that before I couldn’t notice.

Maybe (and I say MAYBE) I’m menaging to find my dimension.