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…and secretly, I’m glad that politeness, third-party consent, and other considerations mean that we can’t, and shouldn’t, let D/s be visible to the public world.
Because I don’t want to share my other heart.
When I was young, my first school of martial arts had an oath which included the phrase: “I will foster an indomitable spirit”.
And at the time – I was beginning high school – it was easy to see how that applied. When you were stretched out to your maximum capacity, on your last push-up, or the final kick your leg and kick could throw, or you’d finished every move of your form with as much vigor as you could put into each piece and you were exhausted – that you could somehow go beyond. That when you’d reached the very limit, you could break that limit.
And that’s true. But oddly enough, that’s tiny.
The world always seems brighter when you’ve just made something that wasn’t there before.
So I run events for a living. But I don’t call myself an event organizer; I call myself a Playground Builder. And here’s why: