i was taught from a young age that the proper response to the Source of Endless love was to kneel.
To descend to the earth, to bow my head or to raise my eyes reminded me that it was not i who was in charge.
i was dependent, and worshipful because of it.
To trust in knowing this Someone -who formed me, breathed life into me, and sustained me- gave great peace.
And so i knelt.
Those who live outside of this Heaven would tell me that i debase myself by kneeling beside His bed,
That i set myself up for feeling less than,
That i am vulnerable and weak.
Trust is not weak.
i kneel, now, before Him who formed me anew from the shattered lies i believed,
Who breathed fresh, adventurous dreams into my soul,
Who sustains me with His lips, hands, cock, flogger.
And i am at peace once more.
Rule 50: i will always sleep nude – kneeling first before i enter my bed and kneeling first as soon as i get out of my bed – for it is a great privilege to have a bed to sleep on.
