With the amped up stress levels this week, and this past weekend’s slight emotional roller-coaster, I could really, really use a long-ass session in bondage or a hard beating. Or both, really. If only I could just pick a stupid thing to latch onto and cry like normal people, things would be much simpler.
I need to learn to not be afraid to ask for clarification about anything and everything in my interactions with kinky folks. Rolling with the punches and seeing how things go is great in theory, but ambiguity does not lend itself well to ensuring that you steer your life in the right direction. It may be awkward, difficult, or even painful at times, but in the long run, it makes things easier.
Oh, life. How complicated you are.