In Which A Post Has No Real Purpose

I am my most dangerous poison, but also my most potent antidote.

I have been fortunate in having had the experience of 'safe' partners. No matter how the situation ended, how pleasurable it could have or should have or was or wasn't, I have never found myself being pressured or coerced in anyway. And in that way, I have found my encounters to be extremely satisfying (Although not without problems! But they were never damaging in any way). I hope it continues to be like this.

I'd like to write more about relationships, but alas, the damn night shift beckons me to its mind-numbing maw.