The title is a reference to a song from my youth that had a funk to it and always gave me a giggle when I heard it. It's about the ordinary little things in life and how they can bring cheer just by simply being.
Today my life is full of ups downs and in-betweens and I often look back at how when I was young I was so carefree without working on it. BDSM as I grew older it strangely gave me that carefree feeling. Perhaps it was the knowing how my kinks didn't smoothly fit into society norms that gave me a carefree sense of happiness . I knew I wanted to be the square peg in the round hole from an early age and BDSM gave me the tools to explore myself my mind my feelings beyond any constrictions of society without giving me away so to say.
When I see a submissive female her body language her eyes looking lost because she has to be in control when all she wants is to let go I get excited knowing she exists. These ordinary things in life can thrill can arouse can make my mind run amok with images of my thoughts.
I embrace my kinks , my well honed kinks as they fit me like a glove. They recharge my batteries when I'm running low , they provide me comfort when I think of them. I am protective of them , I want to share them and yet I fear them being dismissed or diminished because they could be different or odd or wtf. When I get used as a human dildo like what has happened recently my kinks have difficulty recharging my mind, my contentment levels drop and I begin to not notice the small things the reasons to be cheerful.
And then there is hope.
Hope.
Always a door will open .
I just need to push sometimes .
Find the door that will open .
Hope and I will once more find the reasons to be cheerful .. part 3 !