“We held hands. I was wondering what it would be like to have a home of your own where you could come and go, where people would be welcome, where you would never be frightened again.”
— Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?
(via luthienne)
Anyway on a lighter note in the vein of the “let yourself be a beginner” post:
I love it and I wish people would work on the skill of being a beginner
bc it really IS a skill. it’s acquired and honed.
being willing to learn to find humor in the process of learning and your mistakes. learning to tolerate frustration and confusion. learning to pace yourself when you want to rush past discomfort. learning how you like to learn. and should the time come—learning to take take critique and correction.
please please please work on being a beginner you never know what you may fall in love with and who you might meet thru your interests
I wish I was taller. I wish I was a baller. I wish my cat had a phone I would call her.
“My fear of being real, of being seen, paralyzes me into silence. I crave the touch and the connection, but I’m not always brave enough to open my hand and reach out. This is the great challenge: to be seen, accepted, and loved, I must first reveal, offer, and surrender.”
Anna White, Mended: Thoughts on Life, Love, and Leaps of Faith
Sometimes I feel like I'm missing out because my kinks aren't weirdly specific enough. The folks who get off on the most narrowly contrived scenarios always seem to be having the most fun.
People are out there like "I'm a naughty little cube and I need you to tell me my axes of symmetry are cute and multifarious" and having a fantastic time with it, and I'm just over here sucking dick like an idiot.
