I write from desperation
I started writing because I was alone in a country I didn’t understand, and I keep writing because I realized I am not the only one.
I write because being a dominant woman feels like bring water to the desert, and because submissive men tell me they hate submissive men…with a straight face, no irony within a mile.
I write because the most stunningly beautiful thing in the world is my partner on his knees, but for all the beauty I witness I witness at least as much pain.
I write because I used to love hearing my partners thank me for hurting them, until I realized that sometimes those words came from one of the most painful places imaginable and that has nothing to do with me.
And yes, I write because I’m frustrated and because I believe that if I cause enough ruckus someone will finally tell me where the submissive men who don’t hate themselves or hate me for seeing this part of them have been hiding all these years. And in part I write because I still don’t really believe that I can truly be seeing what I’m seeing.