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Hello. I'm sure that many of you really don't care about this, but I wanted to write this out.
So I've been posting pictures in the lounge, and I've been having a lot of fun doing so. My dear husband, Mr. Writer, said that it was all right. Typically, he would have some issues with it, because he doesn't like other men ogling me and is a bit possessive. But we have developed communication and an understanding.
So I posted a pic of myself as a child, then I posted a current pic of myself. One day, I got quite daring and posted a sassy picture of my torso. I showed it to Mr. Writer and he thought it was rather funny. :D
I gained a lot of confidence by being more open. I have spent much of my 31 years being fearful and somewhat socially repressed, so it was nice (and rather interesting) watching how individuals assessed seeing the visual version of someone with whom they had been "anonymously" chatting for quite some time. I had never felt better. Ever since I was forced out of broadcast television because of our moving to a small area, I have had no sense of identity other than being Mr. Writer's wife. It has been debilitating to me personally. I managed to earn a Master's (yay!) but otherwise I felt estranged from the rest of the world and without much real purpose.
Posting the pictures, being more open about my individual tastes, PM'ing on interesting topics with other loungers was completely freeing! Mr. Writer has been relatively open about the subject matter on which I've discussed, because he understands well what "makes me tick." But today I was in for a shock.
I showed him the pasty pic. This was a pic of me lounging without makeup on my covers in sleepwear that I considered rather dowdy (although that's arguable). Compared to the torso pic, I didn't read quite as much sexuality in it, but Mr. Writer most certainly did. He got rather upset! I quickly had the thread locked, not wanting to aggravate the matter, but I now felt that I had to completely retreat from continuing something that was liberating me somewhat. I was heartbroken, but Mr. Writer is a good guy, and I'm not in the business of hurting someone I love.
So I'm sitting in limbo right now. I'm really not sure what I can/can't do now. At least, for just a little while, I felt like a whole person again. That was rather nice. I do know that he is all right with my continuing to post on particular subjects in the lounge, but now there's a chilling effect.
I know some would be judgmental about how Mr. Writer and I interact and make rules in our relationship. But quite honestly, I really don't care what others think of me, him, or this matter. We have a good marriage, with all of its complexities, and are the very best friends. It's both fortunate and unfortunate that we love each other as we do, because sometimes we hurt one another just as much.
Writer.
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