For the longest time I have left my profile empty. I would write on it leave it for a few day the delete it. I wasn’t sure if what out was what was needed to help me find perfect. Well wake up Wandarae Perfect doesn’t exist. Perfect is a time a moment that we are having. Perfect to me right now is writing this blog.
it’s the right time, the right moment. This is a perfect time for me to write this blog also. Because how many of you add that touch, add that extra word just because you think it will make you shine for an extra 2 seconds. We all do it. So why do we hide our true selves.
most of us hide because we have been hurt or we are hurting. We build walls to keep out those that will hurt us. Problem is......
We keep out those that will cause us happiness pleasure. We keep
out the ones that will enhance our lives. The ones the cam make our lives living instead of surviving.
most of us just survive each day. We just enough also that we can get back to our castle. Our homes that safe place we call it. Our turtle shell. I love my turtle shell. We feel we are different because we have kinks. We are no different than anyone else.
we each live a life that was handed to us, or we made. We each have something to offer this world. I may do nothing important in this life time. But what I do know is somewhere in the future I will be their history. Made a scrapbook page I made one of my kids. Maybe a photo of my family. Maybe I was put on this earth so that I could create one of my kids who will create another child to make another. And maybe that child will do something great. I may never know. But what I do know is my turtle shell has been a saving grace, or maybe it’s been my downfall. Whatever it’s been it’s made me who I am. It’s made this person smile, cry, laugh, and make memories that will be treasured for time to come. But that’s my story and we each have a story. We come on here looking for someone. Weather we find it or not doesn’t matter we have each other even if we all wear a mask. It’s not that we are ashamed of who or what we like. It’s because of society. And if any of you ever think your weird or wrong or different. YOUR NOT! Because each person no matter the vanilla life or the BDSM life wears a mask. We all hide we are all afraid. we all have the same feelings.
now I know I hide I have no life but who am I hurting no one just myself right. Nope I hurting that person that may need me that person that may need to hear my story. It makes me cry because I am not strong enough to come out of my shell. I’m not strong enough to put and mingle with others. I don’t have anyone to protect me but myself. And I wonder how many people have the exact same feeling.