I'm pecking with one finger again because I had my third hand operation (no, two hands, 3 operations) yesterday. I am grateful because I have a loving wife who drove me to the hospital, waited with me, brought me home, is taking care of me and just bought a rust-colored mum for me, my favorite flower. Yesterday I received not only excellent care but also loving compassionate care.
Today I have been drifting along contentedly with hydrocodone-induced Morpheus and dreams. Meow's new blog has stirred me into one of my own-gratitude for our new DD relationship. It has been a gift to me to provide a safe place for Meow to voluntarily let go and explore those "dark,secret frightening places" and "bring them into the light". DD has given me the quiet but powerful masculinity and dominance she has to feel before she can let go, knowing she can trust me to love and protect her regardless of what may come up. I never use my masculinity and dominance to force her, rather that strength is a lifeline while she explores frightening places.
My new strength in masculinity has been an absolute seachange for me-finally, in my 60's, knowing I am becoming the man I've always wanted to be.
This and That: A Late Summer Update
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