I’m a Creep When you’re riding an avalanche of momentum, it’

I’m a Creep When you’re riding an avalanche of momentum, it’s difficult to take a moment and examine your surroundings. Harder still to take a moment and glance at yourself, probably sideways, probably with a slightly suspicious look in your eyes.  It’s not that what you’ll see is unpleasant, or not what you expect, it’s just the interpretations and perspectives splinter off, refract and percolate. Alpha traits become those of a bully, those of an arsehole, those of a creep. It’s suddenly difficult to figure out if I’m behaving as a Dominant or a predator, whether the distinction even matters.  Because it’s a fine line. I know this. It’s one of the reasons I have to be more aware, not less, that those moments of self reflection are all the more important. Power wraps around my hand like a glove, and it’s easy to forget it’s even there. A second skin that seethes and undulates.  It’s my wont to try and slip into your mind, find the most comfortable seat in the house and make myself at home. I want to know what you’re going to do before you do, watch the delight and desire flare in your eyes as you marvel. If you weren’t quite so interested in allowing that to happen, it would be awfully… distasteful of me.  And that’s the line. Consent. A simple enough concept. The difference between a creep and a lover. Dominant and dangerous predator. You just have to make sure it’s there. -- source link

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