bridle that bitch

Grenwinae was telling me about a discussion he had with a fellow pagan about how she was getting more comfortable with her unconscious through her shamanic studies.

Because it was just him and me, I replied with honesty: “I don’t believe in playing paddy cake to the unconscious — open that shit up, punch it in the face, bridle that bitch and ride it hard to hell.”

There was a short pause before he started laughing. Laughing because I was dead serious and he knows that is what I would do and have done. Laughing because he is a gentle soul married to me, not so gentle. Finding it funny because my serious, intensity he finds rather cute.

It’s nice to have someone who gets you, is comfortable to be himself, and doesn’t feel afraid (other than wanting to ease me back to sanity sometimes).

PS No insult to anyone who wants to deal with their unconscious in other ways.

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