Less Is More.

MENTAL OPULENCE

I am a left-handed, right-brained artist, pianist, writer. I believe in the magic of the electric guitar. My faith in humanity is unbridled & rapid, unchanging yet filled with responsible pressure. When it comes to PASSION, I hold no punches. I embody convictions far more courageous than the reserved self I project. My waters, while respectively deep, rush constantly, without stillness.

Little more than subtle, a far cry from invisible. A believer in my sexuality being powerful. Cunning, sometimes.
Revel in your ART.

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Dare to demand that which your heart conveys; I live for nothing less than learning all that I can possibly know. The crime is to believe in ignorance as a term in itself, let alone a lifestyle. Be that which intellect insists -- learned.

Commit TO LIVE & LOVE ~~WITH CAUTION~~ FREELY.

Be happy with random things in life. Above all else, be whole.

Dividends of the Psyche, Matters of the Heart.

My Hypocrisy

6.08.2011 || 9:17 AM

How long has it been... since I've come into my own? Seems like ages.

I used to be somewhat bashful, almost ashamed, at the duality of my character. Not in a polar opposing way, but a more paralleled contrast... The differences are in what I like to call exact correlation with one another.

It's complex, yet I am not;
it dares, when I don't;
it shouts, when I murmur.

I am a rebel that inwardly desires to be ACQUIRED.

Likes, dislikes, needs... all revolve around obligation and necessary pressure to be depended upon. But, pointless pestering is nonetheless a chore to endure.

Where this submissive secret stems from, I am unsure; but, I'm very sure that it's linked to a psychologically sexual place within. Well, of course it is.

Professional settings often grant me a hint of power, I've rarely remained in a place with required subordinance... quite the contrary, actually. Taking over a lesson, executing an act alone is my forte.

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There's an innate need in me to be my own boss essentially (and eventually).
But my lover is who I bid my most allegiance to -- I love being beckoned, and bound.

[ Abandon sadomasochism assumptions here ]
My needs are concrete. The concept, complex.
Emotional prerequisites are young, flowering descendants of my sex preference.
Expectations to remain monogamous,
devoted,
dependable,

I'm self-aware, and all-encompassing of my private role.
Outward freedom not related to my relationship fuels my submissive other self.
I would be untruthful as to not admit that there I embody a discreet wish to be requested.

Not by you, but by him. Yet I do not know him.

I have yet to find a partner in full comprehension of my character duality,
willing to call upon me to please them,
simultaneously encouraging my ambitious autonomy.
Respecting my drive for self-actualization,
yet still requiring my womanhood to be most evident when demonstrating my love.

Both come first. Both rule paramount.

My sexuality is purposeful, without explanation or excuse;
still, the ever-determined rule-breaker,
attempting demolition on all that says I can not.