“Most people think the best way to live is to run from pain. But a much more joyful life embraces the entire spectrum of human feeling.” – Lee Holloway, Secretary
I gave you a copy of Secretary. Said you were my E Edward Grey. You watched and said I’m not sure how I feel about that because you thought I meant your kinks, when what I really meant was how you feared them.
I recognised the concerted effort, the slight tremble that comes with pushing it down. The hardened surface, the closing off. And the way it would all suddenly crack apart when it became too much – this strange tenderness that grew in the dark, and found its light in my provocation.
You were my E Edward Grey. Battling the force of my submission. Watching how it changed your course. Only a fool would think it wasn’t brave – laying down, baring all. The way you said it’s different with you and I could finally get you to make a sound. The ragged breath and cry of release – an arrival announced, your retreat to come. Just where did my surrender take you?
I kept my hands flat on the table for as long as I could, you know. Like the fierce and determined Lee I was completely sure of my love. I thought it could play in the shadows, give off a different kind of light. The hardest thing I ever did was finally lift my hands.
It remains my one act of true submission.