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But to my Boy - I am beautiful and bright and sexual and warm. I am strong and at times, I crumble... and he is there to hold me and love me and cherish me when I am beautiful and when I am broken. And to me, he is my love and my life. And I am what makes him proud. It is within him, as my pride of him is within me.
Ego is a wonderous thing. My Boy has one. He is brilliant and strong, admired and talented, published and exalted. Yet he has humility. He exudes. He never has to speak his pride. It just 'is'... and it is there for me to expell in aural, in visual... and in gesture.
There is nothing negative about pride. And nothing negative in shouting ones pressence from the rooftops.
But there is nothing weak or wrong in the quiet submissive type. The one who sits by her Masters side, who cares for his home, or supports their Mistress' endeavours with silent admiration.
The only person who really matters - whos ideas are important - is ones partner.
What others think or see or believe, what we shout and express, do we truely always care?
