Hour for hour, I've probably submitted more to men than women in my life. This is largely due to opportunity, though there have been some guys that really brought out the slave in me. Despite this, I consider service to women to be my highest calling. Here's the weird thing, though: I would let probably 90% of the men on earth use me like an inanimate sex toy, but I might willingly submit to only 10% of the women.
I certainly am not among the all-women-are-superior crowd. I have just enough of a grip on reality to see that women are horribly oppressed in virtually every country on earth, and that real human progress is stunted by this. I consider myself allied with feminism and its goals, and I make (very) modest contributions to groups that advance women's rights in Third World countries. In some way these beliefs must be connected with my submissiveness, but only because they are all happening inside my brain, and it's not large enough to have two such powerful concerns operating independently of each other. I am certainly not, *not,* not suggesting, hinting, or implying that in order for a man to support feminism he needs to be a subbie like me; just that the connection exists somehow in my head.
Anyway, those women I respect enough to want to serve are typically confident, smart, and independent. They are usually not leather-clad dominatrix types, or rude, or bossy. Ultimately, if I wouldn't want to be friends with them, I wouldn't want to do their laundry.
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