“So it’s gonna be forever
Or it’s gonna go down in flames
You can tell me when it’s over
If the high was worth the pain”
Thank you Taylor Swift for the words of wisdom. Although technically it’s the Imagine Dragons cover that spoke to me when my brain was about to burst. Before anyone busts a gut laughing at me for taking solace in T. Swift lyrics, first, bear with me I’ve got a good point, and second of all, listen to the chicks songs, she pretty freakin’ good in fairness.
I’ve had the kind of week where I felt like I was swimming against the tide, with my only options being to keep struggling or stop swimming and drown in the tangled mess of thoughts. Then I had a bit of an epiphany, why the fuck don’t I just go with the flow, swim with the goddamn tide and stop fighting against myself.
As I was listening to the very decent version of ‘Blank Space’ by Imagine Dragons, the above lyrics caught my attention. Surely that’s life, more specifically relationships in a nutshell. It might be forever, or it might all be a total fuck up. But none of us know which it will be until it’s done, so why worry. Why stress and fret over the future when I could just relax and breathe and enjoy myself.
“It’ll leave you breathless
Or with a nasty scar”
Possibly in the case of some BDSM play. Both. Although I think a lot of us quite enjoy our physical scars and wouldn’t exactly call them nasty, but hey each to their own. Quite frankly though if I’m breathless, and maybe not scarred, but certainly a bit achy from sexy action then that’s a happy place to be in. Yet I persist on beating myself up emotionally to counteract all that, and give myself something to worry about. Which there is really no fun in. So I am giving myself a break. If I need answers I’m going to ask questions, but if I’m just picking my emotions to death for the hell of it then I giving myself a kick up the bum and moving on.
“Cherry lips, crystal skies
I could show you incredible things
Stolen kisses, pretty lies
You’re the King baby I’m your Queen”
My reason for my new resolve? I have good things in my life and great people. I’m also lucky enough to get to do kinky, sexy and really fun things with someone who is really amazing, and he puts a smile on my face and a tingle in my Princess Parts. All I ever want to do is incredible things with him, and if ever there is a time when a girl can feel like a Queen it’s when she is sitting on a subby guys face.
Now I’m almost certain when T. Swift wrote this she wasn’t doing it with a BDSM relationship in mind, but if the kink cap fits, then I’m afraid I’m going to run with it. Maybe it’s just that when we’re struggling, and needing some clarity we will find it in all kinds of places.