There are times I think my kinky persona is an armour I wear. It projects a sense of power and confidence I’m not always convinced I deserve. It protects the neurotic, unsure, borderline paranoia that’s bubbling underneath.
Everyone has their own armour and so it feels fine to join in.
Right up until the point it isn’t. That moment arrives when the armour fails, and a gushing confession of all the insecurities and fears floods out.
That’s when I discover there’s a bunch of people willing to life the visor on their own armour and whisper, “Yeah, I feel that too”.
Remember to lift your visor from time to time.