I have a new friend.
Actually, he's an old friend.
Well, he wasn't actually a full-scale friend, but we were headed there, through the magic of blogs. And then somehow we lost track of each other. Until I stumbled on him again.
He calls himself Dreamwalker.
He's a good writer.
A very good writer.
And a sadist.
He is a good writer and a sadist and he has written an amazing poem that says something about the need, the love, the pain that drives the sadist.
Obviously, not every sadist feels exactly the same. But...
I recognize this.
I know it...
[she shakes her head to clear the memories]
Go read the poem.
And the comments.
I had more to say.
And if you like his words, tell him.
All writers need encouragement.