I’m learning to be me. Sometimes it’s really hard: to say yes when no tumbles out automatically; to give an honest answer when someone asks me how I am; to ask for what I want when it goes so completely against my grain to do so.
Kink seems to provide a surprisingly helpful place for me to practice these things, with its demand for honesty and open communication.
With some beautiful kinky play having peeled back my defenses, I felt open to share with somebody how I actually, really am. I was scared that they would run away if I bared myself like that. But they didn’t. In fact, they stayed and held my hand and stroked my hair for as long as I needed them to.
I’m feeling so much lighter and happier for having shared this connection with another human being… I was even walking differently on the way home. And now I’m smiling writing this 🙂