And yet, when someone says girl power, my immediate thought is the Spice Girls—platform sneakers and Union Jack mini-dresses and the God-awful infectious pop music that hatched a zillion wretched ear-worms. It inspires no intrinsic bond with members of my gender.
In fact, from Posh, my mind moves immediately to Beckham, and the long list of downright appalling things I’d thank him for doing to me. I suppose that means sexual empowerment is now officially the very last thing on my agenda.
Or is it?
“Giving up our power superficially is really just that. It’s a game we play with our partners,” says Rhee, 37. Rhee considers herself exceptionally sexually empowered, not in spite of the fact that she is one of three monogamous female slaves in a relationship with the same male master, but because of it. “There is, for me, an almost a Zen-like peace that comes from symbolically giving away my power. From the outside, it might look like subjugation, but it frees me.”
I may not wear a collar, but as someone who’s always felt exceptionally in charge on her knees, I see her point. Rhee and her “sisters” often enjoy social time together outside the bonds of their keeper over drinks. “We laugh about it, our crazy little ‘family,’ and in many ways,” she says, “he’s really our slave—a slave to three pussies instead of one.”
It’s an interesting theory with a mountain of evidence to support it. One needn’t look past the headlines. Even the mightiest among our modern Titans—athletes, artists, geniuses in the realms of science and politics—intractable men who tower above countless others on their respective playing fields are, with a frequency that is painfully comical, into useless, drooling serial sexters by the vagina.
In fact, from Posh, my mind moves immediately to Beckham, and the long list of downright appalling things I’d thank him for doing to me. I suppose that means sexual empowerment is now officially the very last thing on my agenda.
Or is it?
“Giving up our power superficially is really just that. It’s a game we play with our partners,” says Rhee, 37. Rhee considers herself exceptionally sexually empowered, not in spite of the fact that she is one of three monogamous female slaves in a relationship with the same male master, but because of it. “There is, for me, an almost a Zen-like peace that comes from symbolically giving away my power. From the outside, it might look like subjugation, but it frees me.”
I may not wear a collar, but as someone who’s always felt exceptionally in charge on her knees, I see her point. Rhee and her “sisters” often enjoy social time together outside the bonds of their keeper over drinks. “We laugh about it, our crazy little ‘family,’ and in many ways,” she says, “he’s really our slave—a slave to three pussies instead of one.”
It’s an interesting theory with a mountain of evidence to support it. One needn’t look past the headlines. Even the mightiest among our modern Titans—athletes, artists, geniuses in the realms of science and politics—intractable men who tower above countless others on their respective playing fields are, with a frequency that is painfully comical, into useless, drooling serial sexters by the vagina.
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