to speak to the moon

But there was little respect for the journey, for the idea that sometimes, I just didn't want to yell/cry/whatever suited the top.

That sometimes, I refused to break.

I will admit a fondness for being tied down. Of having something to struggle against while wonderful things are being done to my body. I am fond of power play, the growling and snapping as I strive for dominance and sometimes deliberately lose.

But pain, for me, takes a gentle and sure hand, a hand uninterested in pushing me farther than I am ready for. A hand that I know will turn me loose if I truly desire it.