DeathinRevelry
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To both s and d types do you feel weighed down by experience, crave new experiences, or are you proud to have experience? How useful is past experience? Are there experiences which you are proud of and experiences which you are not? Wow... pretty heavy questions. Sometimes I do feel weighed down by experience, but then sometimes I also feel weighed down by being a single mother- it's just kinda part of life. I crave new experiences, and knowing that I have, as you mentioned, a low boredom threshold, sometimes makes me very cautious in going out to look for them, as I have to sort out whether I'm trying something because I really want to, or simply because it's new. It's actually led me to a whole new way of looking at things, and, I think, made me learn to value my experiences a lot more. I do find past experience useful, and as a dominant, I do ask about it. Primarily so I know what someone has or has not tried, so that way I'm not breaking out the heavy flogger on someone who may only have experiment with bare hand spankings (or at least, not right away ) I've had pets that have had very little experience and some that had had a lot of experience, and for me, it's always about the pet, not the level of training or experience they've got. As in life, there are always experiences I'm proud of and those I really want to sink into the floor when I think about. I think so often people look at D/s as separate from life, and while it can offer a welcome respite, it's still got all those same upswings and pitfalls that life has, and good and bad experiences are part of it. Your experiences have, for better or worse, contributed to making you the person you are today. And just remember, as you're rearranging the furniture- sometimes the best-loved items aren't the newest! Certainly not trying to imply anything derogatory here, just making sure you know that you have value, no matter how many experiences you've got.
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We raise bloody hands to the sky and scream, not from fear, but from joy... The cathartic moment when we plunge our hands into the hot blood of our enemies and there is no civilized thought to stop us from dancing on their graves - Laurell K Hamilton
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