Submission is my gift to you
I went to see E the other day as quitting smoking in the midst of all the other chaos in my life was probably not the smartest thing I’ve ever done. Well, the truth is that I started smoking because of the chaos and it truly wasn’t helping so why keep it up. She said I often talk about the fact that watching my mother be so vulnerable to my nutty father is what made me decide to never be vulnerable to anyone, particularly a man. But in fact she thinks it was my own vulnerability to my father’s crazy whims and my mother’s distant alcoholism that made me decide to never allow myself to be vulnerable to anyone.
A friend was telling me the other day that she is looking for a man who she would allow herself to be submissive to – she said it would be my gift to him. But he would have to be worthy.
Ah, and so there is the rub, who is worthy enough to love and accept a woman who is equal parts vulnerable and strong?
Dunno.
For me, I would have to trust the person implicitly before I would give the gift of my submission.