Late Night Ramblings

It's not about your definition
It's not about your power or someone else's pain or perception or words or semantics or any of the bullshit. It's not about the movies, the story of O, about tradition, it's not about costumes or chains or floggers or the right equipment. It's not about formality, or title, it's not about capitalization, it's not about perfectly arched backs and and Nadu.

Its about the power of the moment that sears through you. When a connection is made and it means something to you. When two feel together as one. When it feels right. When the magnet's power draws you uncontrollably toward something and you flow like liquid metal toward it with no hesitation, oozing into it...Its about living it, not defining it, feeling it, inhaling it, tasting it, diving into it and letting it drown you, consume you, devour every last inch of you...and never wanting to come back up for air, never wanting to escape it. Whatever "it" is for you.

Do you know what it feels like to drown there, in the sweet intoxication of it all....in that sweet beautiful connection of souls? Can you fathom surrendering yourself to another, completely, how does it make you feel, does it make you feel vunerable? free? afraid? serene? What is the tensile strength of love?