Kink...?
What does it say about me, about my needs, that I can forget for so long how important it is to be to embrase being a toy, being artificial, having a purpose, being useful?
But when I do finally remember, what does it say about me, the eeling of rightness and clarity and completeness and hope that returns to my life once I realize it was missing, and reach for it again, how easily the thoughts of what I was made for just come together in my mind.
Kink...?
@indi @starkatt It's a different thing for everyone.
For me when I offer to other folks, it's cuddling, petting, exploring each other's bodies a bit, finding fun ways to make someone squirm or moan. Not necessarily explicitly sexual, or in the sense that I want someone to 'use' me.
But all that with my own volition, where I can feel loved and proud that I trained myself, rather than any sense of me being owned (even temporarily) by the person interacting with me.
Kink...?
@emanate @indi I kinda want to get in more time as a toy. Haven't explored that modality much myself.