And today what I like about me is my laugh.
My kids don’t like it because it is too loud, I laugh too much they say, but I love it.
I love how it conveys so much so much joy, so much passion, and yet- if you know me, you can also hear sadness in it when I am trying to hide it, when I don’t want just anyone to know that I am hurting about something or dealing with thoughts I don’t want to have to deal with right at that moment.
I love laughing, mostly during amazing sex and wonderful beatings when I hit the wall of pain and pleasure and break through it, when my partner forces me to breath, when he calls me the name he knows that will throw me over the edge, when my body finally let’s go and gives into the pain and pleasure when all I can do is ride the waves and laugh in joy, when my little comes out to play and I just laugh.
My friends tell me it sounds like sunshine and my callers tell me it is the wickest evil little laugh they have ever heard.
I have fought so hard to get my laugh and smile back this last week, and no matter what I am not going to loose it again.