taintedgypsy
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In a way I agree with LA and the others, Mr. and Mrs. Smith who got married, bought a house, raised thier children and enjoyed their retirement finally joining that caravan club they have always dreamed of ... worked hard all their life and tried hard to do the right thing. All my life I have felt like the street urchant in rags standing in the snow looking through the window trying to understand how they got there, imaging what it must be like to sit round the fire in the happy laughing family mode. I admired the strength of character it must have taken to stick it out, to walk the straight road and resist the temptation to run wild. My life was the stuff of their worse nightmares and their lives were as real to me as what I watched on TV, so alien that I could not even consider the how what or when of it all. It was simply beyond my undersanding ... yet I admired them and still do, I do not beleive it is an easy road to walk. I also agree with Driver, I spent most of my life surviving and as an adult the fact that I existed, that I got up in the morning, that I worked, that I raised a child that would never know anything close to what I knew ... made me a survivor. I broke the cycle, I was alive ... it was enough. Then one day I found it was not enough, it was not enough to survive, it was not enough to exist, I wanted more ... I wanted a life ... I wanted some of what I saw on the other side of that window. If you had asked me 20 yrs ago, 10 yrs ago, 5 yrs ago or even 12 months ago; I would have told you that it would have been better if I had never been born. The old way was that children simply did not survive abuse, society believed that such children could never be right after such a thing ... they were tainted ... I beleived they were right. I can honestly say that this is the first time in my life that I have been glad to be alive, happy and looking forward to the future. I beleive I am finally the survivor that lives not just exists. As for the thought of pushing the buttons of a sadist .... I am unsure that it would be a wise thing to do. I am strong, unbeleivably strong, I have worked through and lived through hell. Pain was a part of my family, it was my stalker, it was my friend, it was my constant companion as a child. I can breathe through it, count through it, even shut down and accept it on a level where it just becomes part of me not really even felt ... just accepted ... it is almost like a negative sub-space ... floaty and dark like an abiss. I can make this statement because I actually got to that shut down point in play when I first started testing the limits of my tollerance for pain. I experienced it for the first time in decades and was shocked by the similarities to sub-space. It deeply concerned me because I learnt in my early 20s that a bainshee lives in that abiss ... when backed into a corner, with no way out, when the pain becomes something I can no longer hold on too ... it is like a cornered wounded animal ... it is a rage red and blind that fights with fists and feels nothing but lava running through her veins, it took years to control it and I fear it ... Durring those years I would not allow myself to loose my temper to the stage where it might get free ... I would walk , run, beg, warn ... do anything but let myself reach that point of no return. I have not seen the bainshee in over 2 decades, I do not know if she even still lives but I feel she does and I never want her released. Yet I have found that pain by choice is different. Pain play is exciting, deeply sexual and I crave it. I enjoy the physical challlenge of pitting myself against it ... pushing to see just how far I can go? I liken the feeling to an adrenalin junkie, always looking for a bigger mountain to climb, to run a faster time, to drive a faster car, to surf a bigger wave. The anticipation of the clamp, the feel of the application, the stand off with time and pain, the payoff of the rush when it is removed ... hmmm. Am I masocistic? ... I do not know ... Is it just a phase, a new toy that the novelty will where off? ... again I do not know. How far can I push this? Is it wise to go there? It frightens me and excites me, it draws me like a moth to the flame, but will it destroy me if I get to close? ... again I do not know. At this stage I do not want to know, I will stay satisfied with the light stuff and enjoy it. Iwill leave these other questions for the future, perhaps time will give me the answers? However it does worry me a little that some really nice looking Dominant Lord type could find his buttons pushed and lure me over to the dark side to find out the anwsers some day lol. Just a few thoughts for those sadistic types to think about when they admire the strengths that they perceive with survivors.... "and can't help imagine a thing or two."
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..."Life is not about waiting for the storms to pass ... It is about learning to dance in the rain." Equal Opportunity Slut (Yeah ... best of both worlds lol) warm smiles to all
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