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Jack had to take his suit to the cleaners to see if they could get duct tape gum off it. Sometimes I am so proud of myself.

I love men in suits.

Sometimes I think I am not so much a heterosexual as a woman with a masculinity fetish. I am greedy-desperate-wanton for shaved heads and muscles and prison tattoos and sideburns and deep voices and scars and old weathered beaten up see it all, done it all, drunk-all-the-piss-and-wearing-the-T-shirt men.

Firefighters and coal miners and soldiers and police officers and dock workers and fisherman and bad, bad daddies. (Yes, I know women can be all these things to – tell the fetish)

I really like male bodies. Suits emphasise the shape of male bodies.

When I first met Pan he was obsessed with the film reservoir dogs and wore a black suit, white shirt, black tie everyday. I pissed on him wearing that suit once.

Fucking up suits. Suits come apart in layers upon layers. Dishabille men. Tie coming loose, buttons undone, jacket left somewhere. The sleeves pushed up over dream-shaped hairy forearms. Now the battle’s over - half his armour’s lost.

Male beauty. See how easy. How everywhere.And dismantling masculine totems doesn’t get much more literal-sartorial than this.

When I first met Jack he wore his suit. He wore it at work. But not the tie. He put the tie on to meet me. His belt is perfect.

Ties. Belts.

I like to tie up men and hurt them. How happy am I that they turn up wearing everything I need.

Once, talking to Elizabeth Spankington about the rules of her imagined and much-missed Hot Female Dominant Utopia, I suggested that all the hot male slaves should carry around their own punishment kits, with handcuffs and canes. You know, to be helpful. And once I read something in some dumb gay hazing porn where guys had the sticks they were beaten with hanging ready around their necks. I read some mandom porn where the woman went out into the garden to cut her own switch. I read – also in porn (I only read porn, well sometimes) – that in Nelson’s navy men awaiting punishment had to weave their own floggers.

Men wearing their belts and ties – men meeting up with me, knowing what I am and what I like to do for fun – connect here.

Jack met me for the first time wearing a suit, a belt, a tie. Nothing happened like that. But it still meant something.

Men are pretty. You only think you aren’t pretty because you built this culture to be all about feminine prettiness. Ask me, I can list you a hundred reasons why men are the pretty ones. Some men love to say, Oh women get to dress up. Women get to wear the pretty things. Women get to dance and sparkle and shine. And actually, while we’re on the subject, you know it isn’t such a great deal to be the defining axis of pretty when you think that’s *all* we get to be.

Or what happens to those of us who aren’t pretty.

When we only get to be looked at and never get to look. Do you really want me to spell out how angry I get when a man laments he doesn’t get to wear pink flowers or gold lace, in the casual meaning-free way that women do. When you’re locked up inside the gilded fucking cage it’s really not heartening to hear the people who put you there whining about how come they don’t get to look cute in the purty prison.

There’s an Eddie Izzard bit about women having total clothing rights, that always used to really annoy me, because really, being able to wear a ra-ra skirt without comment isn’t that much of a ‘right’ compared with, say, the right of male privilege. (Even though I do love Eddie Izzard.)

It’s just another part of the lie that femininity is a wondrous state of specialness. And oh us guys should be so lucky!

So don’t fucking complain that getting to wear lipstick without raising eyebrows is a lucky break.

I mean, you know, wear lipstick if you want, have operations if you want, just shut up about how women are so lucky as if having more wardrobe options in some way makes up for, you know, all the other oppression. ‘Cause having to fight for the right to, you know, like sex without being evil is such a full time job I don’t really spend a lot of time marveling that I can wear trousers *or* a skirt to do it in.

And meanwhile, if you want to sparkle and shine, you don’t need to become a woman to do it, any more than a woman needs to protrude at the crotch to be strong. If you want to look pretty for me, then you know that’s all about heavy chains and muscles to match. Dirt and diesel. And cock.

And pain. Suffering.

I have now reached the point that if I see mandom porn and I see the woman getting – say – caned, my eyes go poppy. Like, WTF, why is they caning her like she is a guy? Not so much in an OMG he’s hitting her! Kind of way. (Like in Angel where Angel hits Buffy and even though you know Buffy is stronger than Angel it’s still a bit weird to watch. Well, maybe a bit like that actually. )

Whats to tell you? I have started to believe my own blurb. Pain and suffering is so damn masculine. When I see a woman getting hurt and complaining all squeaky-voiced it is just weird to me. Penis-in-panties weird. Seeing as those girls are always super-femmy and about 19. Why are they butchifying them?

I mean no one says, Oh Jesus motherfucker that fucking hurts. Fuck. God. Please! Like a big butch guy. And maybe if he’s still got some of his suit on, or it’s balled up on the floor – I’m just happier.

And, hey, you know I’m not just totally down on feminine and androgynous guys. One of the reasons I hate *forced* fem, feminisation for humiliation is that it says that men playing with gender is awful and shameful. There’s a big different between that exotic *creature* that makes people question gender identity and a man swathing himself in the trappings of femininity because he equates that with downgrading himself from male to either female or to stupid-looking-sissy. Some of the strongest men in the world are effeminate men - don’t think I don’t know that.

Here’s a post that says this stuff a lot better.

However, still not my kink. You know me. I want every man to be a Tom of Finland cartoon. I’m not saying that if that were the case the world would be a better place. Or maybe I am. Fuck it. I’ll say what I want. I’m queen of the dominoes.

Genderfuck is all very well, but when I set up my kingdom of manpain on the moon the only guys who are getting in are the ones who shave with blow torches and have muscles like a relief map of the Pennines.

And if you’re a man who’s primary goal in life is to make women squeal with delight, before you start offering to stick your tongue *anywhere* take some time to look at what women (broadly) like men to look like. This is a much better place to start than any kind of frillies. I have seen male submissives who were muscular and shaved headed and slightly-butchy-dangerous-looking get more attention from dominant women than they could ever want in real life rooms and cyberry spaces.

Before you next complain that getting the attention of a dominant woman is impossible because of all the competition – take a closer look at some of that competition.

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Dominant women are desperate baying wrecks for submissive guys who get the fucking basics.

You know what women get told? Get drummed into us by fashion-fascism. Play to your pretty. Emphasise the positive.

Hey, boyfriend, take a tip here.

Different stuff looks good on you because you are physically different. Androgynous wonderboy takes work and genetics and, really, *youth* to pull off. But every guy can be glorious if they keep it simple. You’re shaped differently, *beautifully*. And don’t say you don’t have strong points, because, even I’m not allowed to say I don’t have *any* strong points.

Jeans are good. White vests are good. White underwear. Uniforms and V-necks and spectacles and height and bigness and hardness and baldness and deep voices and oh, everything, you have a lot of it already. You have a cock and bristles on your face. How can you say you don’t get to be the pretty?

But suits, yes – suits above all - are perfect attire for men because (a) they are mostly about shoulders and (b) they are a little about waists and (c) you can flip open the buttons and hurt him while you kiss without anyone seeing.

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