My treasure

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.