The Spicy Librarian's Hot Take

FKJ feels like touch.
Not hands, exactly, but resonance.
Every loop settles me deeper into myself.
Bass lines sync my breath; keys stretch my shoulders open.
It’s what regulation feels like when someone finally holds rhythm for you.

That’s what I crave in a D-type.
Not command for command’s sake
I want containment that moves with me, not against me.
The same way FKJ builds a song
layer by layer, patient, responsive, always listening for the next inhale.

When the sound swells, I don’t brace.
I exhale.
Because I trust it not to drop me.

That’s how I want to be led.
Not controlled but conducted.
Guided like melody through chaos,
anchored without being silenced.

FKJ teaches my body what safety sounds like.
And that’s the kind of Dominance my soul recognizes
steady, attuned,
playing me open until I hum.

I am not an airport. I don't announce my departure. When incompatibility is met with mutual effort, I will gladly communicate and negotiate an exit. But when you are simply useless? You don't get a dismissal. You just find yourself in a blog post.

Last night, I watched a prospect instantly disqualify himself from my life over $53 and a phone call.

The Scenario: He suggested a hotel so I could rest while waiting for his late work shift. A great idea—a gesture of containment.

Then came the collapse:

He tried to delegate the one thing he was supposed to manage. "You book it, I'll pay you cash when I get there." He wanted me to front the money and expend my executive function energy for his plan.

He failed to solve a basic logistical problem. When I told him I don't front money, his response was, "I'm a caveman, I can't do online stuff." He couldn't even manage to call the hotel on his cell phone and book the room himself.

This wasn't a minor flaw. This was a catastrophic failure of all my non-negotiable protocols.

My search is for a Dominant who provides structure, competence, and a reliable anchor against chaos. He introduced chaos and then threw the responsibility back into my lap. He showed himself to be fundamentally incapable of providing the high-integrity containment my system requires.

He lost a deliciously dirty night and any future with me because he couldn't handle $53 and a single act of initiative.

I was up at 10:30 PM, ready to give my energy and my submission to a sexual partner. Now? My time is saved, my peace is protected, and he is gone.

Lesson Learned: If you claim authority, be competent enough to wield it. If you can’t manage a $53 transaction and a phone call, you certainly cannot manage my system. I just disappeared. Have a good life.