AI art by me.  I’m proud of this one.

I’ve learned a lot of things in my travels as a dominant male in the past decade or so that I began to go out into the world to make real connections versus just the ones in my stories.  I’ve paid and continue to pay a price for this knowledge and the experiences that go with it.  Without doubt or pause, I can say it’s all been worth it.  

The one I want to focus on today is an aspect of love.  Too many people strongly believe that love is a zero-sum situation.  You can give only so much of your heart before none is left.  Hogwash, Bullshit, Nonsense, and any other words for the same are what I would say to that idea.  Zero-sum?  Really?  No.

I have learned and am still learning that we, or at least I, have infinite pieces of my heart I can give to others.  Once granted, they will always have that piece of me if they wish to hold it.  For my part, when they give me a piece of theirs, it’s the same thing.  I keep those even when I suspect they’d rather I didn’t.  Too bad, you gave it to me once and I’m keeping it.

It’s the same to me about submission.  

When I’ve been gifted with the submission of a woman to me inside or outside of a dynamic, I keep it.  I don’t mean I have power over them or they are my property.  I mean we will both know what took place and what was felt.  There will be no denying it on my side regardless of them changing their minds later.  It happened.  I had it.  I keep it next to the piece of her heart locked in my treasure chest.  More accurately, it is all saved in the hard drive of my mental memory.  

Would it be safer and wiser not to be so free with parts of me?  Of course, it would, but that’s the price of admission to the life I wish to lead.  On my author’s page on Amazon, I have written in my bio how I have had experiences a lot of men only dream of having or reading about in letter forums or magazines.  I’ve had those.  I’ve saved each one in my memory.  I have an infinite amount to give still and also to keep.  My hard drive is enormous.  Heh.

My poems, stories, and articles on this blog are pale reflections of real and vivid realities I have lived.  Is there some pain to some?  Yes.  There are a couple of poems it will take me a while to review, primarily because of…well…I’ll keep that discrete.  Doms shouldn’t spank and tell.

I don’t write this as an excuse but an explanation.  I’m done making excuses, apologizing for what I am, or trying to hide it.  Let your Freak Flag fly!  This is a popular phrase in lyrics and other places.  Well, my flag is out and waving proudly whether or not there is a breeze.

Master Grey