...But she looked so sweet!

(image courtesy of Larry Utley)

On the topic of skills that come in handy, definitely my knowledge of wrestling and ability of moving quickly has come in super useful in the real world.

Unfortunately, many men seem to think that is okay to touch women without their consent. I am not actually talking about the more violent forms of this, but the little ways in which strangers seem to think its okay to put their hands on my waist or on the small of my back when talking to me.

For some reason, this seems to be an acceptable norm in most of this society, and it drives me nuts. I absolutely hate the way some men assume that just because they find me attractive it is oaky to interact with me in this way. Respectful conversation and flirting is one thing. Sloppy putting of hands where they shouldn't be is another.

I have had a couple of interactions with somewhat drunk men trying to hit on me, who have done this....and they did not get the usual awkward laughter and gentle moving away.

Instead they found themselves in a full or half nelson (that is the quickest and most natural hold that I find myself doing in this situation) and they were quickly pushed to their knees and humiliated. I have done this on a number of occasions.

Most random dudes are not expecting this. But I bet even in their next-day hazy memory of the night before this is one lesson they would not forget.

And I have to admit - it feels pretty awesome for me, to turn around what is annoying and disrespectful into a lesson. Its pretty empowering, and I feel pretty bad-ass for it.

Now....some of you out there probably wish you were the guy who found himself surprisingly in that full or half nelson. Well, I will like you much better if we consensually set that up as a roleplay. When I win in those pre-negotiated situations, that is when I feel most bad-ass and have the most fun.

(So if you get any bad ideas, make sure you get that hottie's consent before you act it out!)

These Talents Come in Handy...

(photo courtesy of Michelle Medina)
The other day, I did a favor for some friends and helped them pick up some furniture. Since the furniture was bigger than the car, I brought along some climbing ropes.

Once the furniture had been hoisted on top of the vehicle, I waved them out of the way, "Allow me."

I worked quickly, sometimes employing the friends whose mouths stood wide open to hold pieces of rope. Within minutes that furniture was securely in place, and would not be slipping an inch as we made our way over one of those lovely San Francisco hills.

I get a thrill and a laugh out of these little ways in which some of my skills are incredibly useful in the normal vanilla world. It feels delightfully wrong to know as I am, say, binding a table to a roof, that in my world these rope skills aren't meant for something as mundane as a piece of furniture.

There was one time a couple of years ago, when I went on an adventure with a huge cast of characters, most of them circus performers in one way or another. We were traveling in a huge bus, and there were several occasions when something big needed to be tied either to the roof or inside the vehicle.

There were three of us who argued over how it should be done: the Domme, the Sailor, and the Tree-Sitter. It felt like a scene out of a joke.

And we definitely laughed about it. I must say, however, despite our debating, between the three of us, that binding was accomplished quickly and effectively.