We've spent a lot of time apart lately (newsflash, I know). This has led me to lots of pondering, and no small amount of angst. Just this once, I'd like to skip the angst and go straight to the pondering.
Specifically, what it is to live as a slave, what it means to be a slave, what slavery is to me. Or not. I haven't been. I would say that really sucks, but I do recall mentioning something about skipping the angst this time...
What slavery is to me was established some time ago--it is whatever he says it is. Yet...There is a finesse and depth to it which is overlooked by such statements.
He says he wants it all, and he means it. There will be no half measures or kinda all in here. He wants to have me as completely as one person can possess another.
It's funny, you know, reaching towards an elusive goal, only to one day realize that you've been living it for some time. You're just so far in that the view is normal...
The view has been very different for me lately, after nearly two months away from home.
I'm home. And I have been informed, that the view had better change back to the way it was pretty damn quickly.
Did I mention that I'm home? I feel like that announcement should be accompanied by streamers and whistles. Ah well, dirty dishes and piles of laundry shall have to suffice.