Nonspecific Musings

rolledtrousers:

The hardest thing is to let go. To be the vulnerable one, when you’ve not been before. To show a side of you that previously didn’t exist, except of course it existed, it was only you that ever tried to deny it. The hardest thing is to let the control slip, and slip away, for as long as it needs to be gone. The hardest part of being Dominant is not being Dominant. 

It’s not a switch that I can just flip on and off, except insofar as moving between active and passive, pulling on the mantle of The Dominant, playing the role that entertains us both. But it’s still there, bubbling under the surface, always. But there are times when it’s not needed, and times when it’s not welcome. In those times it’s a paper crutch, something that I thrust out to act for me, to be the person in my stead. 

Perhaps it’s fitting that surrender is the hardest part of being the one surrendered to. Perhaps it makes sense. Perhaps it’s meant to be that way. Which, unfortunately, doesn’t make it the slightest bit easier. 

Not that all this has all that much to do with the song. But those are beautiful words too, and beauty is all we can ever aspire to.