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When I Walk in the World

When I walk in the world, you might not recognize me. I might not be the one you were expecting. That guy who is the peace maker, the one who brokers deals, mends fences finds common ground. That’s me over there. The conciliatory one. The sympathetic ear. The one who fixes the hurt feelings, greases the wheels.

You heard that story about the guy, right. The one who went up to see the person who was causing all the trouble, blocking everything. Went up to see the person who says no to everything, and calls everyone an asshole. Went up and got that person to do everything he asked, and more. By listening, calmly, patiently. That was me.

And I am patient. I wait as the world ticks along. Wait for everyone to wear themselves down, talk themselves out. Wait for it to all go quiet.

Could I possibly be a Top, a Dom, the man in charge?

Could that be the Bryce Lloyd who writes these things?

It doesn’t seem to make sense.

But it does. I need make no show. I am not trying to prove anything. I have already proven it to the only one that really matters, which is myself.

But only I own me, and I do not need to puff myself up to giant size. I already am. You just didn’t notice.

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