“I am what I am and that’s all that I am. I’m Popeye, the Sailor Man.”

It’s a silly phrase for a funny cartoon fellow that was created to help sell more spinach; however, the sentiment rings very true in its simplicity. We can all be only what we truly are inside.

Some people try for years to find out what that is while others fight against what they are with tooth and nail. I am and was a little of both. I’ve long known about my dominant desires and personality. Acting on it in a world that condemns such things was another matter.

There were bursts or sprees of time I did act on them and learned it was really true and really me. For a time, I tried to hide that for a lot of different reasons. I’m no longer hiding. Readers may have noticed my profile avatar is an actual picture now. It is actually me. What you see is what you get.

A foolish idea when I write what I do here and publish erotica? I’m not planning on political office nor am I concerned with how society will treat me at the point. I am what I am.

Olivia was kind and gracious enough to post on her blog today that we are no longer in a dynamic. Not to sound too divorce-like, we ended things very amicably. Her path and choices led her elsewhere from where we thought we both were going. Was it fun to end it? Of course, not. Am I okay? I’m more than okay. I am good…very good.

In the process of all this with her and my writings, publishing, and other situations, I know who and what I am without a doubt. It should come as no surprise that I am a dominant male who loves having a submissive to torment, torture, and even cherish. I’m a sadistic SOB and there’s nothing I’ve written about on this blog that I wouldn’t be happy to do to a consenting partner.

I will go one step further and say this even includes the FemDom category. It’s long been my opinion and experience that to truly understand what I am doing to a submissive is to have been one myself. I explained this to someone this way: picture a Christmas tree with three different colors of lights. One color represents the Dom/sub pleasures I enjoy as the Dom. Another color represents the Master/slave pleasures I would enjoy as a Master. The third strand seems strangely dark. It is lighted the least of the three but should I ignore it? That strand represents the pleasures of not being in control, of being controlled with all that goes with it. It will be lighting up a little more often on this blog through those stories.

If you’ve followed me long enough and read enough, you’ll know I enjoy writing erotic scripts for a submissive named Selene to make into audio clips on FetLife. Would you believe, with 5000 followers, she reached out to me just the other day to make sure I was okay because I hadn’t been on FetLife for a while? Anyway, my point for this time is I just finished writing a new script for her in which her submissive self, Selene, uses Master Jon for a demonstration on stage of how to respectfully edge your Dom.

I was curious to see Selene’s reaction to the script and had my suspicions of how she’d receive it. Not to disappoint, she wrote back to me how she loved “turning the tables” with this script. It had been my whole point. I don’t write or truly understand Dommes who seem to really hate their submissive males. They are Misandrists as opposed to Misogynists. I much prefer the ones who love their submissive charges and cherish them just as a Dom does for his submissive woman.

I’ll write more about this in another article about Switches to come soon to a blog near you.

The moral of this experience is well-stated by Genie in Aladdin. “Beeee Yourself.” Do you know who that is? Are you too scared to let yourself become that person? Do you need the discipline, structure, and mercilessness of a Dom or Domme to make you get there? If so, you might just be a submissive. lol.