Noah
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ORIGINAL: SusanofO I think it's a good relationship when both people feel very alive, cracklin w/spirit! (more than they did before they met eachother). Of course every relationship has its peaceful, quiet times, and those times of closeness and peace are just comforting as well. And I think it's a good relationship if they really care (a lot) about what happens to the other person. Regardless of whether they are submissive or Dominant, they feel secure when they think of, or are with, the other person - most of the time (of course I am ruling out scenes here where that might not be the goal at all). When they see eachother's fabulous character traits, and appreciate them as unique to the other - but also know that the other may have one or two not so fabulous traits, but they accept that (and can live with that). This does not rule out a Dominant trying to help a submissive "improve" some trait, of course. I mean generally, they accept eachother, and aren't always making the other person wish they were someone else, instead. They give eachother compliments, perhaps.They emphasize the positive, de-emphasize (or help them work on, if submissive) the negative. They remind eachother how special the other really is. It is amazing how people can live up (or down) to one's expectations(I think so anyway. I really believe this. I've seen it happen). And they can teach eachother things they've never learned before, perhaps - and then they expand eachother's world. If you already know everything, how much fun is that? And they are kind to eachother (within the bounds of their kinks, which means they actually generally agree to things like MF-ks if they are going to happen, etc.). And they can count on each other to be like a really true good friend. Have you been peeking into my windows? Well that isn't exactly a diagram of my primary relationship but allowing for a few key changes it comes pretty close. Except I have no idea what "MF-ks" means. Something in your comments reminded me of a sort of crappy old poem by a girl named Violet Alleyn Story. Is that a poet-chick name, or what? Tune me for life again, oh, quiet Musician. - Strive to adjust my loosened thoughts until, Made taut, they shall be yielding to Thy Fingers - Gladly as trees to winds that touch this hill. Rhyme me with life once more, oh, silent Poet. - Out of my weary, fluttering heartbeats make Cool rhythms, hushed, yet certain as the circling - Water against the edges of this lake. Fit me for life again, oh, patient Artist. - Paint, on my tired soul, glad, vivid things. Splash now, upon its dulness (sic), beauty's pigments, - Lovely as pansie and a bluebird's wings. First of all, she capitalized "fingers." Now: ... quiet Musician ... silent Poet ... patient Artist? To see the Capitalized One as a quiet musician and a silent poet, it is nice. Then violet goes haywire. And you've noticed how she just can't trust the words, or she can't trust you to read the thing, properly, without, her prodding commas. Dullness really is duller with one L, but does she really think that beauty can be a matter of pigment? But she saw. She saw that that there is a moment when the instrument is workable though the strings are still loose. And she evinced faith in what could happen next. That's almost enough to make me forgive her for the fluttering heartbeats and shit. Since that poem was entitled "A Prayer After An Illness" I think we can figure that she wasn't making allusions to some dom. But then again I seldom give a crap what the poet intended.
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