A Line in the Sand

Last night I went to karaoke. I had fun singing. I sang "All of Me," by John Legend and "When Doves Cry." I met a man named Mauricio. He expressed that he would like to date me. We will see what happens. He is Ecuadorian and does cement work. He came home with me and we got to know each other better. I am experimenting with a side of him that is sado masochistic. I am very sensitive to all forms of touch. I am in pain today, but I feel like I set down pretty strong boundaries. He experimented with dominance and submission verses father/ baby sexuality. It is time for these things to be online. Men around me need to complete their sexuality and their choices. I am naturally a baby even though I was asked to be an adult as an infant. Only through boundarying these fantasies can we evolve sexuality. We need to move from PAIN around me to wanting to engender TENDERNESS. I feel more than any entity on the planet. There is only so far I can go before I push someone away. Torture has its limits. If a partner cannot understand this, he cannot be my lover. Because of my straight forward dealings with this matter, I don't know if this will go anywhere. I cannot sleep around these lovers because they do not stop touching me in sensitive areas as I try to sleep. I will not sacrifice my anatomy to a satanist practicing Wiccan witchcraft. I can verbalize for a man, but I will not sacrifice my virginities. My Line Deputy will be my first. If you, Mauricio, cannot mind that boundary, this ship will reach the harbor pretty quickly. I need everyone to back away a bit. The therapies I do quietly do ware on my core and my emotional body.