He is my sub, I am his Queen.
I am owned as thoroughly as he. Equally, with different responsibilities and tasks.
Were I to abandon my new scarf by leaving it on a subway, it will no longer be my scarf. Someone else will pick it up, and it will become theirs.
It remains mine only so long as I keep investing myself in it and it’s care.
(Interestingly, the original meaning of “invest” is to clothe yourself with something, to enter into something that you wrap around yourself.)
I have privilege. In many, many ways. I know this. Not all ways. Growing up, we were never rich. I never had the cool clothes.
Ask the Japanese. オルガスムス Who say that orgasming is like dying and going to heaven. Or the French, who call orgasm le petit mort, or
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