Saturday, August 2, 2025
If you resist an assailant, you call it forth. What you resist persists. That’s because we live in a world that will nag until you give up. Imagine the world as a field of “undesirables” or weeds. Eliminate the undesirables and what grows back will be more. It’s like shaving body hair – it grows back thicker and lusher.
Nothing will diffuse an assailant than peaceful, silent withdrawal from roleplaying. The assailant, who feels alpha, wants you to beg for mercy. Your plea hardens their identity. Resistance gives them more of what they seek. Surrender to a state of clarity – no image, no victim, no counter-aggressor. Convert to namelessness.
The mojo decreases if the one who is attacked won’t fall prey to the label “victim.” If I quietly don’t accept your label and “let you” show me who’s boss, then you can’t stick it to me. If I am a clear, invisible presence with no identity, I cannot be your object. I become subject. The phallus of the alpha hasn’t any “rub” without a resisting co-conspirator to bolster it. The rage limps.
There is no potency if you don’t play along with the “gift” projected onto you by an alpha. There is no giver without a recipient. If I accept your label of sub, I give you alpha’s power. If I resist, I put fuel on the fire. If I quietly and secretly sequester labels, the leg you stood on goes flaccid. But I don’t make you impotent, if I go “silent.” Both “I” and “you” disappear into union.
When you’re being thrown into the fire of name games and mudslinging, superior and subordinate are two. Recognize both roles, and absorb. Sequester the labels, release them. Stick it to me? Labels can’t stick to unspoken truth, the invisibility which consumes.