This is another comment and blast from the past I made on TakenInHand that the editors chose to promote to a stand-alone article. It was initially written in response to a thread where women were discussed as property in the context of marriage. I am fascinated with m/s and o/p relationships and expect to form such in the future and this gives a small insight into my attitude towards ownership.
Not property but treasure…
There is a difference between the dynamics of a romantic relationship between one man and one woman, and how men and women act together to tame the world. Or the way I look at it: there are all the women in the world except one, and the last one, the most glorious of them all, is in my arms.
The one nestling in my arms is mine and she belongs to me. She approaches reality in different roles; when tackling the world, she is Woman, a link in the chain of Women. And when not in my arms, I will be the wind beneath her wings, or her loudest cheerleader, or simply get out of her way. But when at the end of the day, when she snuggles into my arms, when I bury my face in her hair, she is my treasure and mine to cherish and use, mine to compel and deny.
Mine.
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I am a woman that thrives on making my way in the world. To be at my best I also need that space to disolve into: those arms as you describe them are his arms. When I am there I am his.
Thank you for so aptly describing that space.
And to be his best, he needs a treasure to cherish, a cause to fight for, a hearth to warm himself at. That’s you. Those arms are warm and protective of you because of you.
It is symbiosis, it is the Möbius band, it is as it should be. You feed him and he feeds you. He allows you to be your best as you allow him to be his. Is there greater beauty than that?