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Courtesan

Posted in Nonfiction with tags , , , on July 7, 2009 by scarlettbottom

I’ve always been fascinated by courtesans.

Merriam-Webster defines “courtesan” as “a prostitute with a courtly, wealthy, or upper-class clientele.” I don’t like this definition very much. It says nothing about the glamour associated with such a position. Prostitute is to courtesan as scullery maid is to celebrity chef.

The difference lies in the courtesan’s duties. She is the evening’s entertainment and that might include anything from philosophical debate, to hosting a party, to seduction. Her reward is a lifestyle of freedom and comfort, and not necessarily just creature comforts, but intellectual pursuits as well. Upper-class men went to courtesans because their wives were uneducated and boring. Courtesans are glamorous and interesting, good conversationalists, witty, playful, and intelligent. She’s not stuffy, and she’s not a prude.

The courtesan is also determined to be independent. She is not interested in marriage. In many cases, she already holds some sort of upper-class status. She is open and honest about her profession and relationships; in fact, being seen with a particularly popular courtesan is a status symbol. Many courtesans are actively pursued by politicians and high-status professionals.

I think the best part about the courtesan is that her patron supplies her with (almost) everything she needs; lovely clothes to flatter her figure, perhaps dancing lessons, a nice suite for entertaining, maybe a household staff, perhaps passes to academic lectures, a mani-pedi once in a while, tickets to the theater.

I see nothing wrong with using what you’ve got to get what you want. As a child you knew that being cute or throwing an embarrassing tantrum was the best way to get what you want. As an adult woman I realize that the best way to get what I want to to use my natural talents, in the best aesopian tradition. In my last post I gave an example of just how that might be done.

I’ve started seeing a gentleman. Our relationship is not well established, by any means, but he’s interesting enough to go out with once a week for a month or two perhaps. He’s not looking for anything serious, just a pretty girl to lavish with expensive dinners and spa treatments. Will this be a sexual relationship? I don’t know. He’ll have to do quite a bit of work for that; part of “using what you’ve got” is making sure that it’s known that other people want it too, so get in line.

This is new for me. I’m generally so insistent on paying my own way and not owing anyone anything. I have a friend who insists that she never pays for anything. Her date is paying for the pleasure of her company. This is a very antiquated way of thinking, in my opinion, but it seems to be a standard mode of operation for upper class men. She says, “It makes men feel good to be able to pay for things for a girl. Paying your own way is emasculating.”

If there’s anything I don’t want to do, it’s emasculate a man.

How to Attract the Attention of a Dominant Male

Posted in Nonfiction with tags , , , , , on July 5, 2009 by scarlettbottom

Social dominance is a fascinating topic. I wrote in my personal journal that I really only like to date alpha males and I got a question: what is the definition of “alpha male,” to my mind?

An alpha male is a socially dominant male, who displays the confidence and natural leadership ability associated with such a position. “Alpha” is a condition that can be natural or learned, but natural dominants are generally more successful because they have a sense of entitlement. Yes, of course they should make a lot of money. They deserve it. Yes, they should have the prettiest trophy wife. They deserve it. Yes, they should drive the conversation; they’re the only one qualified. Yes, they should pick up the check; they’re only being gracious to their many loyal followers.

It’s not enough to be aggressive and confident. One cannot come off as cocky, it has to look natural. Charismatic, not bossy. And one must make one’s friends feel like they’re basking in one’s limelight. Sort of like royalty. The courtiers (aka submissives) of Louis XIV didn’t feel put upon. They were ecstatic to be in the presence of one so majestic.

Like I mentioned, socially dominant males can be made, too. These are non-dominant males, who, through a stroke of genius or luck, have either acquired the trappings of dominance (a nice car, a pretty girl, a high-paying job), have stumbled into a social group that has no dominant, or a group that has somehow lost their dominant (usually through a power struggle).

Now it’s a little different for a socially dominant female. Socially dominant females gather their own social subs also, but they also gather dominant males. They do this by being attractive as a trophy (being pretty, or equally high-status) or by being the most interesting item around (being funny, or stylish, or super intelligent). As Styrn often points out to me, I lack a lot of the “typical” female behavior of standing around looking pretty and hoping for the time of day.

I am a socially dominant female.

The other night I went to a bondage/dance club. It’s a regular club here in the city. I was watching the bondage pit; there wasn’t much going on initially, but as I watched for a while, it started to fill up and get more interesting. Finally, I got up the nerve to try to get the fellow’s attention who was running everything. He’s a prime example of a dominant.

How was I going to manage getting his attention? He was obviously so busy. Without a plan, I stood in the entrance to the pit. Some serious drama was going to be necessary to stand out from the crowd of admirers. He approached the place where I was standing, totally unaware of my presence. He glanced at me- here’s my chance- and I dropped to my knees. My full skirt billowed out around me. (Got him!) He held out his hand to me; I placed my hand in his without rising. “What is your name?”

“Scarlett.” (A whisper from the onlookers: *gasp* “Like Scarlett O’Hara!”)

A feminine blush. “I wondered if you’d dom me?” Look down, look up.

“I’d love to, but I don’t have time right now. Are you going to the club on Friday?” He lifts me to my feet.

He wrote me a free pass with his phone number and email.

Putting his arm around my waist, he asked me about what I’d like, what sort of play I’m interested in. “I’d love to see you Friday. if I don’t have time, I’ll definitely make sure you’re taken care of. I’ve seen a lot of inexperienced girls get hurt, and I want to make sure that doesn’t happen to you.” He hands me the pass with a run-along motion. This guy is a smooth talker. He knows all the right moves.