I was inspired to write this post after watching the
How Violent Are You? programme that I reviewed yesterday.
Unfortunately, to do this properly (and if I'm going to do it properly) I need to encroach on the one area I have resolutely declared and enforced as being off-limits for this blog (or, in all probability, any other blog). It has taken me a few days to decide whether I can keep enough of it private to make this post possible, but here we are - I evidently decided I could handle it briefly enough and vaguely enough as to protect myself and feel comfortable with what I'm about to write.
The question of how violent I am is one that troubles me. I noted in the review that the television programme didn't go anywhere much near sadism or sexual violence (except for the brief mention of dopamine being linked to both fighting and sex), and in general I don't know that I associate my sadism with regular violence at all. And I don't think any answers are going to be found to
that side of my self in this post either. Nevertheless, as I've mentioned before, I had some difficulties with my sexual identity due to my sadism when I was a teenager, because I thought back then that I must be a violent monster because of it.
I have always wanted to believe I am a peaceful person, and non-violent. For most of my life I believed in pacifism and non-violent direct action as the only legitimate stances to take. However, in the past 5 years or so I have had to reassess myself and my nature as I have come to know myself much better.
Two of the ways in which our behaviour changes over time with respect to violence, mentioned in the television programme, are through the development of the pre-frontal cortex at around 3 years old, which makes us better able to control violent urges, and through damage to the pre-frontal cortex such as through a car accident, which damages our ability to control our violent urges.
I was never, so far as I recall, much of a fighter as a child. I can't remember back very much of being aged 3, although I do know I went to playschool and I don't think there was ever any trouble of fighting. So, as far as I know, the first change didn't really affect me much.
However, I do know that from about the age of 8 or 9 until I was in my mid-teens I was a very violent person. Did something in my early life prevent the development of my pre-frontal cortex? It is, I suppose, possible - but then why the delay before the violence came through? Similarly, there isn't anything significant in my life at around the time it started to manifest that could have caused damage to the pre-frontal cortex. So, something else was involved there - and it was something that wasn't really covered by the programme. And that's as far as I am willing to go in talking about that episode of my life.
However, one significant event did happen when I was aged 12. I was hit by a car. I was unconscious for 36 hours (so I'm told) and, according to the doctor, I was lucky to have survived at all. Which sounds rather like the sort of event that the programme said could cause damage to the pre-frontal cortex. So did any personality changes follow?
Oddly, yes - but not of the type predicted by the above theory! In fact, about 6 months after the car accident I made significant breakthroughs in controlling and overcoming my violent impulses, and over the next two years after that I managed to rid myself of those impulses altogether (at least, so I felt at the time). What does bother me is that maybe that car accident actually caused my sadism somehow - even though I'm fairly sure I was interested in sadism long before then, and really, it's just a coincidence that the accident happened shortly before the onset of puberty was due to happen anyway!
As I've already mentioned, by about age 15 I felt as though I had fully eradicated my violent tendencies from my personality, but at the same time I was becoming more and more troubled by the thought that maybe there was this deeper, much more violent, beast within - my sadism. This is more or less how it stayed for the next few years, with concommitant mental health problems from time to time - again, I've discussed that before on this blog.
There is another, parallel, aspect to all of this, which is that I do remember lots of play fights and not-so-play fights with my brother when I was very young. I almost always lost, despite his being younger and smaller than me. I definitely did not get a buzz from these fights but was "up for it" nonetheless. I have been told by some people who knew me back then that they always had a feeling I was slightly holding back in those fights. For a long time, this was my whole attitude to violence by choice (as it were) as opposed to "violent urges". I didn't like anything really that smacked of combat sport or fighting for fun. Huh - just another way in which I didn't quite genderise properly as a "boy".
I have written before about my development into BDSM, and how I came to realise that no, I wasn't a hideous monster after all. Along the way, I think I came to terms with the violent self that all the time had been there underneath.
For context, during the period after I left university, there were a number of crises where I felt on the verge of lashing out, where the violent impulses of my young self seemed to be welling up and I was sure I would really go to
hurt people around me. I never did - when the tension became so great that something was bound to give, I always retreated. I found other outlets for the impotent, frustrated rage fuelled by my depression and nobody ever got hurt - although it didn't do
me any good, many of those outlets were in fact damaging to me in other ways.
Politically, my belief in non-violent action and protest started to be eroded in 2001 when I was "kettled" at Oxford Circus by the Metropolitan police; although the protest up until then had been entirely peaceful, around 3,000 protesters were held for around 10 hours before being released. I started to realise that peaceful protest is still met with overwhelming force. In 2003, the anti-war march in London involved at least 1 million protesters (that's the official police estimate - the organisers estimated twice as many). The march was entirely peaceful, and went right outside Parliament. As a percentage of the UK population, there has probably never been as big a protest against the rulers of the country since Boudicca took on the Romans. A month after the march, Britain went to war anyway. The peaceful protest, the biggest in British history, had been utterly ignored by the ruling powers. After that, although I still believe there is a place for peaceful protest, I have lost all faith in it as a means of achieving significant change.
Personally, I also started to become more aware of violence in myself once I became an adult. While at university I was twice subjected to
what I now perceive to be sexual assaults. After that, I started to feel more and more as if I needed to carry a weapon with me to protect myself. This is illegal in this country, but I do it anyway because of the fear I have.
My interest in history and in fantasy fiction means I have always had a certain fascination for archaic weaponry, and after university I started to explore this a bit more, learning about swords and archery in particular. I also started to develop an interest in finding out more about how "the enemy" thinks, still being at that stage a pacifist and opposed to the militay on principle. I read books such as Bravo Two Zero and other accounts by soldiers of military tactics and principles. Out of curiosity and in a spirit of research for a story idea I had back then, in 2003 I bought a replica firearm, to find out what the weight might feel like, how it fits into the hand, and so on. I couldn't experience the recoil of a proper firearm, of course, but it gave me some idea of the bulk and feel of what a weapon would be like. I now appreciate that that replica is still significantly lighter than a real firearm, but it gave me a feel for what it might be like to carry a gun. I also bought some stainless steel swords - not battle-ready, in other words, but good enough to feel what it's like.
I believe it is no accident that the political shift towards violence came at the same time as I was looking more and more at weaponry and warfare in general; I believe that the political part also influenced the personal. When talking about terrorists, I think this is a part of the process they call "radicalisation" (which is a complete misnomer - it isn't anything to do with the
root of anything at all!) Another factor was a series of scares during that time, starting with the panic over the millennium bug, that suggested that civilisation might be about to collapse. Having read enough post-apocalyptic sci-fi stories to have imagined already what might be needed in such a state, the idea of tooling up with weaponry seemed quite good to me!
Another dimension of my personal relationship to violence started to develop as I started to relish more and more the physicality of sports. I always, and still do, oppose boxing (where the stated aim of the contest is to do brain damage to your opponent to the tune of rendering his nervous system sufficiently disrupted that for 10 seconds he cannot stand up) but a lot of other violence in sports I began to yearn for: I started to watch soccer matches for the crunching, fierce tackles (so long as they were legal!), but also for the situations where tempers flared between the opposing sides and fights would break out! Rugby became more exciting to me as it involves heavy tackling and body-on-body contact all the time. American football also began to seem more interesting because of the high speed and fierceness of the tackles and blocks.
Finally, I was also becoming more comfortable with my BDSM identity at the same time as I was becoming politically "violentised". But even though I was in all these ways becoming more aware of my capacity for violence, I still identified as inherently soft and peaceful in nature. I still believed that my violent urges were dead, gone, erased, in the past.
In 2005 I finally began to express my crossdressing/trans tendencies with the explosion of
Lady Rosenthyme into the real world and out of my imagination. As I started to live out her personality online and dressing in r/l, I became aware of something that I found very disturbing.
Lady Rosenthyme still has the violent urges I thought I'd killed back when I was 15. They never went away, but were bundled up very small and hidden at the bottom of my mind. When I started exploring an alternative persona, one whom I recognised was "me with the safety valves off", then they re-emerged. This is why I describe Lady R as being scary. Whenever I am in my state of mind as Her Ladyship, there's always one part of me monitoring her behaviour and ready to pull me back if she gets too dangerous. But, on the other hand, this means that I can now recognise and own those violent urges, without being controlled by them.
Recognising them, I was able to welcome back the fierce and violent side of my nature and stop denying it. I own it now, and as my title image shows, I am happy to identify it as me being "fierce".
That fierceness is the last part of my story that I want to cover.
While recognising that it has always been there, but mostly buried so that I was unaware of it, the first real recognition came in (I think) 1998. Late at night, my sister asked me if I would attack someone who had assaulted her sexually. If I would "defend her honour", so to speak. I told her, "If you asked me to, yes - as long as it was a real assault and not just you changed your mind afterwards". And this was the truth - as long as it was an actual assault, then I would be willing to unleash my full vengeance on the perpetrator. I was a little bit surprised to realise this at the time. In fact, my sister was surprised as well - she thought of me as not being violent in that way even.
Over the years, however, I have come to realise that I am a fighter at heart. I want a crusade, a campaign, to go on, for Truth and Justice and Right and all that malarkey. But particularly, I will fight fiercely for my "tribe", however I define that at the time. To my mind, these are good things for which I can use the violence that is at my core. I view it as a source of energy that can be drawn when needed but must otherwise be kept locked away. In this sense, I see myself as being like
the spear of Finn Mac Cool that also represents Renegade Evolution (look for my first comment and Ren's reply to it).
Conclusions: the violence I have struggled with all my life (even when I didn't know I was struggling with it) is nothing like the "violence" that I utilise in my BDSM play. The BDSM "violence" is characterised by being perfectly controlled and balanced, and is like a precision tool. The violence that forms to source of energy I spoke of in the last paragraph is something altogether uncontrolled and imprecise, even though it can be harnessed to perfect ends. Put it this way, to be a tackler in American football, which still requires precision, that precision would be from the muscles directing my body weight. The violence would just be the full force unleashed, and following the path that my aim gives it. I can use the violence and direct it, but I don't ever presume to think I control it.
So the answer to "how violent am I?" is actually, "very much!" Even though I am also a very peaceful, kind, soft person. Violence is in my nature, along with those other qualities, and I have just had to find a way to let them live together. Just - when you think I'm "safe" or "placid" (as some people have assumed me to be) - under the surface, the violence sleeps.