tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218722782011-04-21T13:45:01.097-05:00dipping my toes into new waterslittlemiss fitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15973626019660409781noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21872278.post-1140625264265582512006-02-22T10:10:00.000-06:002006-02-22T10:21:04.290-06:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5235/2216/1600/contemplating.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5235/2216/320/contemplating.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">apparently, age-play is considered by some to be a form of </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">edge-play</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">...</span><br /><br /> <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">according to some "mainstream" and kink information sources this classification is due to the amount of <span style="font-style: italic;">emotional/psychological risk</span> involved.</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">i understand (first-hand) how potentially dangerous regression can be if not under the proper guidance. a predator (of which there are many, as we all know), given access to such a raw and vulnerable spirit could do some serious (and possibly irreparable) damage to the psyche of the regressed individual. it's for this reason (i believe) that age-play is often named as a form of edge-play. </span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><br /><br />it doesn't ~feel~ that "edgy" to me, though. i'm sure this is because i know that i am safe under the hand of my One. <span style="font-size:130%;">i know that He cherishes me and desires what's in my best interest and so i know that i can be completely free to do whatever He requires without reservation.</span> </span> <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><br /><br />i'm His.</span></span> <br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">i never would have guessed how happy that fact could make me. <span style="font-size:130%;">i never could have supposed that being owned would satisfy such a longing in my heart. i fit. i belong.<br /></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">being wrapped up in Daddy's arms is <span style="font-size:130%;">a bondage more freeing and uplifting than any i've ever experienced</span>. being crushed beneath the weight of Him, tender and fierce, makes me tremble with delight. being able to look out upon the world with eyes of wonder; smile, play, sing, dance and laugh unabashedly; to adore Him (not in theory, not just words but actual, bona fide adoration) without any inhibition and to be exactly who and what i am <span style="font-size:130%;">without a hint of shame</span> is the gift He's given me. my complete and utter devotion; the offering of body, mind and soul are a pittance by comparison. it's my good fortune and by His generosity that i'm given opportunities to please and honor Him.</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><br /><br />there's no flame</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><br />(but a passion which burns fiercely)</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><br />there's no blade</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><br />(the spirit is allowed to bloom)</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><br />there's no blood</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><br />(drenched in soulful torrents)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">but it's dangerous</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><br />(my heart beats only for Him)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">it's radical</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><br />(limitless devotion and trust)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">it's edge</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><br />(my life is in His hands)</span> <br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">i'm Daddy's little girl</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21872278-114062526426558251?l=littlemissfits.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>littlemiss fitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15973626019660409781noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21872278.post-1138900310783355922006-02-02T10:33:00.000-06:002006-02-02T11:11:50.800-06:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5235/2216/1600/Picture%2017.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5235/2216/320/Picture%2017.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" >One can never consent to creep<br />when one feels an impulse to soar.</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" >~Helen Keller<br /><br /><span style="font-size:110%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">so many sell themselves short<br />they settle for less than what they need<br />they fold themselves<br />into whatever shape they must<br />to fit<br /><br />my form is fluid<br />a soul, too full<br />to be contained<br />flows from my lips<br />my eyes<br />my fingertips<br /><br />joy has taken root<br /><br />i'm, no longer, an origami girl<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21872278-113890031078335592?l=littlemissfits.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>littlemiss fitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15973626019660409781noreply@blogger.com11