I love being the dominant in the relationship. I always have. I always will. It’s just who I am.
I also like to read and respond to other writers on WordPress. I feel like when I talk to people one on one I sometimes can get through the barriers, but in responding to someone’s writing I feel people are much more receptive. I wish I could dialogue with writers and artists in person. I imagine a space for creatives to create and commune and debate and dance and be free to be their wacky desperate selves. That would be fun.
I was talking to a girl that loves hard: too hard for mortal men. It got me to thinking today that she has probably never loved a Dom man. A dominant man, much like a dominant woman eats up affection like oxygen in a fire. They not only need it, they demand it.
Obsession isn’t something that I see come up a lot in the venacular of BDSM. I believe because a lot of times it plays into the storyline.
Obsession to me is an integral part of how I love and expect to be loved. I don’t give two rats asses if it’s healthy or not. I don’t care what the psychological clarification of a good relationship is. They aren’t in my relationship. I am. My partner is. As long as we are on the same page and we aren’t harming others or each other (without proper age, desire and consent to do so😉) then go busy yourself elsewhere if it bothers you.
I don’t have to justify myself to anyone. Thank fucking God. Which let’s me be exactly who I am. Which gives me the freedom to go after exactly what I need. Which gives me joy. The journey is the adventure. May your journey be spectacular!