What if women had minstrel cycles instead of menstrual cycles? You’d just have a guy with a lute follow you around for a week every month and play you songs constantly?
You show me respect. By kicking me.
Me, gently grasping the hand of my guy training partner who was not kicking me. Please kick me. I kick you, you kick me. We signed up for this. Do me the honor of kicking me. Kick me as you wish to be kicked. Golden rule. Kick me. You’re a wonderful partner, but don’t ruin it by not kicking me. (via southeast-dragon)
This was probably the hardest thing for me to get over when I started training. It was a lesson taught swiftly at my first open mat. Older chap, blue belt back then (purple now) and unknown to me at the time judo black belt. All I saw was that he was older, smaller and probably not as strong. Even though Professor had paired us up, there was still the semi-subconscious decision made to go “easy” (by that I mean dialling off the attacks and shoulder pressure. I was also a lot clumsier then)
He fucking smashed me.
I realise now how insulting that must’ve been, how my desire not to do harm can be taken the wrong way. “Judo” Paul has since become one of my favourite people to train with, he improves my stand-up and tests my escapes, my ability to process what’s going on and what attack’s coming in next.
It’s an important lesson.