It gets dark at five and I go with it, every single year
Posted as dark_at_five
- Looking for
- a dominant who has watched somebody go through a low patch before
- Experience
- Fifteen years, and two good things lost to a silence I did not explain.
- Around
- the inner city, Sydney
It gets dark at five and I go with it. Every year from about the end of April I get slower and quieter and less able to explain myself, and it lifts around September, and in between I am not the person you would have met in February.
Forty four, the inner city, submissive, fifteen years in. This has cost me two good things, because both times I said nothing and the other person filled the silence with their own explanation, which in both cases was that I had lost interest.
So I am putting it in the advertisement. Winter me is quieter, replies later, and cannot face going anywhere after dark, which at the moment is most of the day. Winter me still wants the structure. I want it more, in fact, because a dominant who keeps a routine running through it is the single most useful thing anybody has ever done for me.
What I am looking for is a long dynamic with somebody who has seen a person go through a low patch and did not panic. Daily contact, small tasks, a firm expectation that I answer.
Not looking for advice about light boxes and exercise. I have a doctor and I am doing the things. Not looking for anybody who needs me to be delightful. Not looking to start something and hand over a project in week two, which is why I am saying all this in July rather than in September.