Marks

I love marks. I love admiring them in the mirror after playing. I love running a finger along them and awakening them, reliving the moment. I love slipping on a top to cover them, yet knowing they’re still there as I got about my day. I love the colors as they fade through red, blacks, purples and yellows.

What I don’t enjoy is discovering I have a dermatology appointment a day after a session. I’ve been here before, so you’d think I’d learn. Last time it was generic bruising and marks I felt I could get away with. This week I had some really obvious needle marks in distinctive patterns all down my arms and legs. It’s really hard to explain that away, so I had to postpone my appointment. I could imagine them saying “He’s clearly injecting something. And what’s more he’s doing it really badly, given how many needle marks I can see. We better put a note on file: Drug User (Incompetent).” Nobody needs that on their medical records.

I found this on the Domination on My terms tumblr. I’m afraid I don’t have an original attribution.