Sometimes…
I like zero tolerance.
I like very little room for error.
I like hard and fast rules.
But other times…
I like a soft place to land.
I like a little space to thrash around.
I like tolerance that is all-encompassing.
Sometimes…
I like impact that makes me scream.
I like hair-pulling that makes me cry.
I like words that make me feel less (more) than human.
Other times…
I like the hits a bit lighter, more sensory.
I like soft tickles that send me to sleep.
I like words that comfort and soothe.
Sometimes…
I like to handle it all myself.
I like to function in my own way, on my own time.
I like to be a strong girl needing no-one.
Other times…
I like to be taken by the wrist and told exactly what to do.
I like to not have to use my brain at…
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