There is nothing good or bad but thinking makes it so, says Hamlet. And, I do think. I count myself queen of all things, and especially all intimate space, and especially all open water, because I imagine all environments occupied by Tasdron already, and his hand already extends to guide me home.
We danced this afternoon. There were lots of people around, but it felt like we had the entire place to ourselves. It was relationship-building as well as relationship-affirming as well as relationship-exploring as well as new-things discovering as well as old-things reviewing as well as lots of smiles and a very serious jolt of WOW to contemplate. A big deal. It was something intellectual and something seriously emotional. And it was all in public but all in private. Not a peep leaked out into the world. And my collar was shielding me against instant messages so my attention was focused. My attention would be focused anyway because I would never want that awesome man to wait in line. There is no line he ever needs to wait in, because I run like a maniac to and fro to make sure there is a smooth road ahead, easy curves and lightning straightaways. I can do that because I work constantly in his service, even when he thinks I'm just quietly delighting in flattery. If he even thinks that at all.
And this is intimacy to me. It's a small table where all of this is spread out on it, and to everybody else it just looks like a white table cloth, and to me it looks like the dinner-spread of Marie Antoinette and all the confections she would enjoy at her delicate fingertips. And to that wonderful man, what lies upon the table is my beating heart.
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