This Space

...where I become so moldable. I'll never lack for an opinion, never fall short of my principles, but there is an eagerness to capitulate, to belong, to please.

I'm not perfect, nor ever claimed to be. I'm lazy, I procrastinate, don't exercise often enough, am judgmental and sometimes overly rigid.

But I am capable of learning. Of growing in the right directions. Or growing less in others, given the right motivation.

After a good bit of disenchantment, and struggling with myself for quite some time, I know where I feel at my best. My best means striving to be better. And striving to be better requires that there is someone to measure my progress.

Is this D/s? I don't think so. Is it M/s? Probably not. Is it TiH (Taken in Hand)? TPE? Does it even matter? It is none of those things, and it is all of those things. It can't be all of them, and it can't be none. It is a living, breathing, evolving place that I am content with AT THAT MOMENT. I won't be labeled or categorized for anything that I choose to do based on the circumstance or the heat of the moment. Don't read that as willfulness. It isn't. It is simply an acknowledgment that as a fairly intelligent, passionate, emotional person - my needs will never be the same from day to day. If I'm to be relegated to a role that only fits me part of the time, then know that the other times will not make either of us happy.

I am willing to bend to the will of another, when the goal is to teach and nurture, not to break or subjugate. But I'm not a project, or a game. None of this is held lightly in my mind. I will be unwavering, honest, and loyal.

As I should be.