This video is directed toward men, but could easily be for anyone that was raised by a family, a school, or a culture where they were taught that it was better to stay quiet and get along than to have a personality, a gift, a truth… or really anything that might make the adults around them uncomfortable.
This world needs voices, not compliance. It needs heart and soul, and passion, not silence.
If no one has given you permission, I am. Be the you that makes a difference in your own life and in the lives of others. Create a heart that sings its song without shame or apology.
Be the you that was squelched as a child. It’s not too late.
She always came so easily, so perfectly responsive to his touch, his voice, his will even. Although she hated thinking of it like that. She was stubborn and would remind him vehemently that he was a man from another time, that he needed to remember she had the vote, or in other words, he had no right to impose any will on her in any way, shape, or form.
What she didn’t know, was that the master was always the slave. Yes, he would be her man. He’d bend her body and her heart, her pride to his. And he did. Subtly. But all the while she was his goddess; Hathor, the Egyptian goddess of love.
He belonged to her.
Because what good was a man with nothing to worship but himself?
Darcy Branwyn 
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