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Secret Ritual

I have a secret ritual. Maybe it’s a rite. That’s what the spelling corrector suggests, and who am I to argue with a spelling corrector.

When I get a new implement, I go somewhere secluded, unseen, and I try it on myself, before I use it on anyone else.

To me, this is a very personal thing. I need to know what it is, what it feels like.

I am not a switch. I will write about that, some time, but I am surely not a bottom. This is without passion, without pleasure. I am carefully gaging what the implement does, how it’s feels. So I can understand it. I am internalizing the tool. Making it integral to my being, because, how can I top if I don’t know what I am doing, really.

There was a disastrous incident with a crock pot and wax, where I did not do this. It is an error I will not repeat.

In my solitude, as a craftsman, I learn my tools. And I think I am better for it.

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