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LilMissHaven -> Stepping out of my safety zone (4/14/2008 12:29:32 PM)
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As you read this please keep in mind that I have 2 tabs of Vicodin running thru my system so forgive me if I don't make the most sense. I've been to play parties before both as a collared and un-collared slave. This particular event was different because I went with the intent of actually participating. I've never participated in a play party or demonstration I'm more of a voyeur. But, I have this theory that my shyness is one of the things holding me back so I'm gonna have to force myself out of my safety zone so I go with a two sided plan. The plan was pretty simple find someone I trust, step outside my safety zone and ask him/her to make me cry...that easy right? WRONG!!! First of all, it takes me forever and a day to get the nerve up to ask a friend if I can borrow her Dom for a few minutes, the purpose of course mentioned above to help me cry, I don't need laid, with everything going on with J and Sam's funeral I need to cry. Easiest way to acheive this is to hurt as much on the outside as I do on the inside. So, finally I work up the nerve to ask a friend and she's more then happy to loan me her Master with his approval of course so I manage to whisper ever so nervously "help me" thinking he's gonna beat my ass till I cry, then I'll feel better only he doesn't help in the way I thought he would. Instead he takes me outside and just stands there hugging me and while I didn't burst into hysterical tears it somehow helped. So, my first play party wasn't exactly what I thought it would be but I wouldn't call it a bust either. I've been thinking about the experiance today (probably not the wisest thing in my heavily medicated state) and I came to this revelation about expectations. I expect to know my needs more then my partner...Not always true I expect my partner to know what I need without my having to ask...Not always true I expect I will have to bend my expectations to find someone who can fulfill my dreams...probably getting pretty close with that one. Today, I know that in my desperation to get past my childhood angst when it comes to crying in front of others I may have pushed myself too far and possibly into a situation that could have been dangerous mentally and physically. But, I'm blessed to have kind souls watching out for me. dang it, I was on to something but I think I lost it somewhere in translation. Aw well it will come to me when the meds wear off. So, anyways I'm pumped and pretty proud of myself it may be baby steps but at least its a step forward. Haven
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