The Laws Of The Jungle Control Us, No Matter Our Wishes

This is about ownership snd submission. I am an unlikely candidate. A lawyer by trade, an amateur lesbian by vocation. In my younger years a professional activist for women's rights, and access to positions of authority. But along the way I had to be broken. The man who set out to brake me was himself unbroken, used to authority and submission. Only after submitting to him would he be happy.

First there were attempts of moral submission, bend to his authority, submit to his hand. I resisted, but much of what came to happen was the will of the Gods, a man controlled the fiber of my being. Resistance was and is futile, any other man maybe. But this man spun me into his orbit, and once succeeded I was his satellite, as the moon is to earth, and earth to the sun.

Then came sex, raw, forceful, unending. Long ago my body surrendered, my will fought him. It's a game of numbers, and with each sexual submission, I became bound to him more closely. Until thought no longer mattered. He owned my mind, he owned my body. All that was left was my will.

Two long years, bent and broken, I faced him. Take my name and bear my children, he told me. I gave him my marital vows, his name became mine, my womb his to use and bear his children. Long gone was the fight in me, long gone my lesbian behavior. All that stood now was a loyal wife and mother of his children.

This story repeats itself every day, all over the world. As it has since before written records. A man's need for a woman out paces all other needs, until she lays beside him. I know this, it's in the records of every church, every pagan ritual, every religion, every civil society. Through periods of peace, through wars, through famines, times of plenty. Man takes woman, to be a wife, and the mother of his children. In that I'm no different. I wear his name, have born his children. I belong to him. As women have through all the eons. It is the law of the jungle, and I accept it.