I’m willing to admit that life is painful as fuck sometimes
It cuts like a knife
And let alone if you have a heart left beating in you
If your compassion is high
Or your love for others
Or your anger
These are all forms of pain
Don’t you think?
That’s why I have my Nancy Kerigan moments or days here and there.
To sit with my pain
To cry with my pain
To commiserate with it
Who better understands my pain
But my pain and me
Don’t get me wrong
Crying rooms would be pretty awesome too
But until then I need me my party of pain (formerly known as pity party😝).
Why does my mind instantly go to BDSM? Lol.
I told Brad I didn’t want to talk about sex until a specific day this week. This in essence pisses him off and we talk much less because he is a huge perv and every other thought seems to be sex. And I was having fun with it. Enjoying some peace and just plain conversation (albeit via mostly all text).
But I’m realizing how much I think about it too. Which maybe is a good observation anyway. It’s all about what you focus on.
I am envisioning a red room and me in leather as dungeon master supreme who plays in all the stories she wants. But the master must get her whipping or devotion first. Right?
From pain to pleasure*. That’s life. Isn’t it? 🤣🤷🏽♀️💋
*and back again