The Side Eye Lash

The Darkened Vaulted Revelations

Don’t know about all men, but some don’t like to be tested. They don’t like to have their loyalty questioned. It undermines the whole point of all their efforts, to show you that you’ve made the right choice to trust them.

Yes, the ego wants to believe it will never falter or fail. However, human nature being what it is, we know we’ve got to supply you with periodic reminders that we’re dedicated to you and our relationship.

Sometimes, we really honestly and truly don’t know how to provide you that reassurance you need. Clearly, our extensive emotional vocabulary is no match to yours… thus leaving us a bit short on ways to express our love and need.

All we ask… be gentle with your security checks. That scalpel of a side eye can cut pretty sharp lines. One may not hurt more than a paper cut, but if we weren’t so busy being macho, you’d know that it hurts pretty badly. It’s the death by a thousand paper cuts that you don’t understand.

It really is a thing. The constant checking, the constant reprimand, often called nagging, the constant minimization and doubting our ability to learn. In time, it will kill our drive, even if fueled by darkness.

We get it. You have your tools by which you get attention and we have ours. However, the box is filled with enough tools that the sharpest one need not be the first one used to make a point.

The neck roll, the side eye, the chirp of the cheeks, the finger wave, or flip of the hair. A bit dramatic much, but not the primary go-to tools we care for.

Keep in mind, two can definitely tango. We know how you don’t like our vaults or man-caves or late night hangouts with the fellas. But those are the tools we have that can match the whip of a side lash.

Don’t you worry, my dear, the over-the-knee-open-handed spanking is not going anywhere. We understand your need for maintenance every now and again. We get the need to experience a bit of pain, as it fuels your soul much like the darkness does ours.

We may have stumbled into the vault when you first caught us totally by surprise. But, for those of us so wizened by life, we know how to adjust the second or third time around. We won’t run. We won’t seek refuge. But we will act and affirm the boundaries you so desperately need. We’ll ignore the sanctioned protest while keeping a sharp ear for the agreed upon safe words, if need be, as we remind you of the limits you’ve asked for.

We enter into this trust bond knowing that our hearts is in your care. We know that coming into the union we’re building. We don’t plan on leaving… because then, we’d be soulless and listless in the lonely world that has gone mad.

All we ask, while you cherish and keep our hearts safe, you don’t find joy in slicing and dicing it for sport. Then, our armor will rise up and we have no intention of losing any such war… for we will leave with as much of our hearts as our sword can carve out.

But enough about this rough talk, let’s get back to the necessary soft parts of watching your goosebumps rise in anticipation of our kiss. We’d be remiss if we didn’t add… we really do enjoy this sinful dance that lands us safely in your embrace.

Next time you think about batting a side eye, we may just rise to the challenge. Last time I’ve checked, blushing only reddens your facial cheeks, but the open bare hand will definitely redden the other cheeks.