House Tearmainn

Took the night off from posting yesterday because we went to our first meeting of the local M/s group! We’d heard about them at the MsC, and were finally able to track them down through Raven when we got back. The meeting was a great experience, and everyone was very nice. I was comfortable enough to speak up several times, which is quite a rarity for me in new groups.

Enough slacking, though. I’m back to having a myriad of things to post about, so let’s get to it. Back to Thursday’s thought…

I really, really hate not being able to help when there’s a crisis. Most of my unowned submissive friends are in a crisis or rough spot right now. I just want to bring ‘em all home, give them a good meal, and spank and/or talk with them until it’s at least bearable. Or, y’know, just keep ‘em.

This us where the trouble comes in. Why interject myself into situations that don’t, and by all rights shouldn’t, involve me? I may or may not be able to help from the sidelines, yet I have a great desire to jump in the middle and make everyone play nice even when it’s not my place. I’ve gotten better at drawing those boundaries over the years, but I find that with submissive folks I’m almost pathologically inclined to take care of them if they’re hurting.

Here, I think, is the ugly litlte secret about why I want a household. It’s a little world where I can make everyone’s world small enough that their biggest problems are tiny and solveable. Where I actually can wave the magic fix-it stick and make the people I care about happy.

I think that it can happen, can be made to work. Whether or not it will is going to largely be up to me, of course. I can only try to be up to the task.