yourshortycutie
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It's just a lazy afternoon you think, and you have a tingling that won't go away. You know, 'that' tingling. You go online for a laugh, and eventually you find yourself in a simple conversation or two. Some are bland - men wanting pics from you no matter how many times you would rather not. Some have a little spice and short-lived flair. But one is strangely simple. A good-humoured chat with a confidant and sexy woman... maybe when you hadn't even realised it was our fairer sex that most captivated your senses.
This was me over a year ago. How lucky I was, and without even knowing. By luck I found her (well, she found me) online time and time again. She from the UK, and me from Australia, was it good fortune or sneaking interest that kept bringing her to me - a sub and a dom - at such different hours? After a month I finally budged, and we exchanged more details.
How amazing it is to find love from the seeds of short intrigue and a passing search for passion. And how painful it is to lose contact with that love by the experience of poor mental health. Now is my confession. Life with bipolar has its ups and downs... (like, really high ups and really far downs). You can do reckless things, like delete accounts and hide for months - even from people you have known for a year. And when you do, where are you left?
After the lesbian awakening you realise that while you know your loves, you know they are so much rarer than other people's... and you just wish you could take back that mistake.
Wherever you are other Emma, my fellow nerd, occasional Mistress, and soldier in this weird landscape we call life, I hope you are happy. You honestly deserve it. And for all of you and your Emmas, I hope you know there is always hope <3
Emma Towns
This was me over a year ago. How lucky I was, and without even knowing. By luck I found her (well, she found me) online time and time again. She from the UK, and me from Australia, was it good fortune or sneaking interest that kept bringing her to me - a sub and a dom - at such different hours? After a month I finally budged, and we exchanged more details.
How amazing it is to find love from the seeds of short intrigue and a passing search for passion. And how painful it is to lose contact with that love by the experience of poor mental health. Now is my confession. Life with bipolar has its ups and downs... (like, really high ups and really far downs). You can do reckless things, like delete accounts and hide for months - even from people you have known for a year. And when you do, where are you left?
After the lesbian awakening you realise that while you know your loves, you know they are so much rarer than other people's... and you just wish you could take back that mistake.
Wherever you are other Emma, my fellow nerd, occasional Mistress, and soldier in this weird landscape we call life, I hope you are happy. You honestly deserve it. And for all of you and your Emmas, I hope you know there is always hope <3
Emma Towns
