Forecast Calls for storms, some heavy at times, with the lack of confidence cloud cover beginning to break up after sunset

It’s 4 something in the morning and I have woken up with a mind full of things and decided to write a bit which generally helps me.  Today I have to actually focus my mind on my job (and that rather disappoints me), so I thought I would write early (and maybe get a nap back in before having to be officially awake at 6).

Anyway, this one is going to be about me.  All me.  Well, me and Axel (the husband who I now have permission to name).  When I was writing the post last night about Thump and I and how we have decided to take a grown up approach to our side action versus skipping down the path like Jan Brady and her fictional boyfriend George Glass, I wrote the following phrase that made me stop and tell myself I needed to explore this further:

As discussed, I have, at several points in the past, opened the room to my husband and flipped the lights on briefly before finding some reason to extinguish both the lights and the desire before kicking him swiftly out the door.

That statement really says it all about my sub side at home and it’s something I have vowed to work through most likely within this blog, these posts, and through conversation with Axel as I allow myself to accept this.  It’s very funny, I did not realize until even earlier tonight that there is another facet to all of this I am coming to terms with – the fact that I am indeed an actual switch.  And, I have to come to grips with this while being in an actual switch role.  I used to think the fact that I “went both ways” (don’t get excited, ladies, I mean that in the BDSM way)(Ha) was just a cool fact I would one day tell at parties – although not any ones I currently go to.  But, while it’s still a groovy factoid about me, it’s one that also now comes with responsibilities on both sides, to two people, and, more importantly, to myself.

That said, the switch part of me I am not worried about.  I have already proven to myself in the last few weeks that my mind can easily go back and forth and that my relationships on both levels will be equally fine and, well, not to brag, but satisfied, so I will be good to go on this.  It will just take a few weeks to furnish those particular areas within the imaginary room I keep mentioning – fyi, it has an open floor plan and I am currently having windows installed – and I am just fine with THAT part, so there.

Now, that statement gets to the crux of the matter at hand, my inability to fully, or even partially at this point, turn myself over to my husband. I WANT to. I NEED to. I KNOW it will happen, but it’s just not easy and that pisses me off.  Yes, I know all of the things about giving yourself to someone, even someone you love with every fiber of your being, is hard and dark and scary yet dreamy and fun and happy, and I absolutely plan to explore those in a post, most likely later tonight, but since I told myself this blog would be about what I need to work through, the issue I have right now is confidence.  Specifically, confidence in myself.

Thumper and I talked about this before and, like usual, he nailed me (wow, it’s funny how the double entendres in these type statements about him seem to always be in complete contradiction of the way it really works) when he said something along the lines of “from what I know about you, your career, your life, your family, your acceptance of being gay, you have never lacked confidence in the fact that you would make them all work or everyone can fuck themselves if they don’t like them” (fyi – the actual words had baseball analogies and some Klingon in them, so I paraphrased them for you, my readers, yet still quoted him).

That hit me hard because, even though many times in life I have pretended to be scared or worried, deep down I truly knew I would be fine because I knew, at least, what to expect on the path – even though it might be stormy and dark at times – because I could always, always envision the end result.  Right now, not only can I not envision what the end of my dive into submission will look like,  I can’t fucking see the path yet because of the stormy darkness in my head and that is driving me crazy at the moment.  But, like any great storm, it will pass and the air will be cleaner afterwards and that will reveal the path and most likely the destination on the horizon.  I get that, but in the meantime, I am getting out the umbrella and venturing into it headfirst.

Stay tuned to this channel for further weather developments.

10 thoughts on “Forecast Calls for storms, some heavy at times, with the lack of confidence cloud cover beginning to break up after sunset

  1. Thumper and I talked about this before and, like usual, he nailed me (wow, it’s funny how the double entendres in these type statements about him seem to always be in complete contradiction of the way it really works)

    You’re getting me excited again.

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  2. I’ve been thinking about this post for a while this morning, and this:

    As discussed, I have, at several points in the past, opened the room to my husband and flipped the lights on briefly before finding some reason to extinguish both the lights and the desire before kicking him swiftly out the door.

    Deep down, at my innermost core, I am Switch. But my husband… He’s seen only the briefest glimpses of that. A lot of it has to do with who he is, and *how* he is (how he processes information, his natural inclinations toward the ‘s’ end of the spectrum, etc), but frankly… From my perspective? Just because he’s my husband doesn’t make him the right person to live in that room with me.

    Actually, for me, the fact that he is my husband is one of the things that bars him from having total access to that room. Because there is too much other stuff – life stuff, day-to-day stuff, health stuff, Who’s in charge here, anyway? stuff – that gets in the way. Not that it can’t be waded through, but when someone has known you for a dozen years, and watched you change and grow and be and become… The expectations about What Is are too much based on What Was and/or What Has Always Been, and that – for me – is the brick and mortar for building walls around my most vulnerable self. Which really… Switching is one of the most vulnerable positions I can put myself in.

    In a way, it is a matter of staying within the comfort of a developed dynamic. And I am not a sub. I think only another Switch would understand that statement (or not… I’ve only ever found one person who truly *got* it), because most people think that core to the idea of switching is the “fact” that somehow you must be both. But I’m not. I am ‘D’, not ‘s’. But I’m Switch. I switch with/for/because-of a specific person, and the only person who has ever seen all of that – my full circle of sexual self, where the exchange of power is concerned – is not the person I am married to.

    We have our moments, don’t get me wrong. And I am more than comfortable in my Dominant skin.

    But there’s… So much more.

    There’s a lot I don’t/can’t/won’t talk about on my blog, and I may have said too much here. But I’m putting it out there, because when you said…

    Now, that statement gets to the crux of the matter at hand, my inability to fully, or even partially at this point, turn myself over to my husband. I WANT to. I NEED to. I KNOW it will happen, but it’s just not easy and that pisses me off.

    …it hit me right in the gut.

    Ooooof.

    It may be that it’s right for you to turn yourself over to your husband that way. It may be something you want and need. It may be a matter of getting over a hump (no pun intended) and tackling that challenge within yourself.

    But if it’s not…

    That’s okay.

    And I say that as much for you as I do for anyone reading this blog, who may be struggling with the same thing. Because it’s too damn easy to get caught up in what we *think* “should” be. Sometimes What Should Be is actually, amazingly, What We Never Imagined Could Be.

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    1. Hah! I get it, though for me it’s easy to understand, as I don’t believe that top always = dominant or that bottom always = submissive. I’m a switch because I top and bottom, but am not submissive. My boy switches because he’s a very capable service top, but he doesn’t make the mistake of thinking that serving my masochistic needs means that I’m being submissive to him.

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