so-much-to-play-with: Facing the inability to live our usual life makes me still want to keep landma
so-much-to-play-with: Facing the inability to live our usual life makes me still want to keep landmarks and this blog is one. For the days to come, I’ll most likely fill it with a mix of what we’ve done or what I’m building in my head when we’ll be back on our usual tracks, but also with answers to questions. To start with that, I’ve dug into @thedominantprompts archives to find some interesting ones.Prompt 83:As a Dominant, is it hard for you to show sorrow and vulnerability?The question, in itself, is very narrow, I think. What I mean is, it’s not being a dominant that has or will determine this aspect of my personality. Since I’ve been a kid, on a not so funny family, I’ve always hidden my sorrow and vulnerability. It took a teacher in 7th grade to see my sarcasm and strong will for opposition in school as an act to mask something else. Some outside assistance helped me relief and understand this, but I was already built on those foundations. I’m snarky, observant, strong minded, advocate of the devil… All because it was my way to face difficulties as a kid.So, I think it’s the other way around. My difficulty to show sorrow and vulnerability made my dominant tendencies came out, stronger if not at all. Is there someone besides your submissive who sees your tender side?Sees it? No.Knows it? Yes, a few. The few one I took the time to TELL about it. It’s not that I hide it on purpose; it’s just the way I am… So, I know most of the time I may look cold or uncaring, and for some people, I don’t want them to misunderstand me. When was the last time you cried?For something silly? Two days ago, watching TV. Strangely, I’m able to let go very easily when I’m not directly concerned. Maybe a way to release some pressure?For something more serious about me? I may get it wrong, but I think it was a few months back. Two years ago I learnt I had a disease (which is now gone, hopefully for good) threatening my life, and nothing frightens me more than thinking about my own death. I like risks. A lot. But always calculated. I like to flirt with the limits because I chose where it ends. Because I engage myself into a fight against something bigger than me and I know I can win. Back then, I didn’t know if I could. Luckily, my Little One knew for me, and still is, whenever fear reappears, which still happens from time to time.- Twin post to come on bdsmlr. -- source link