Worship

I don’t want to be worshipped. The word has a connotation, reminding me of a client who used it as code, hedging and hinting instead of asking about oral sex. The answer was no when he finally came clean. I’m also uncomfortable with one-sided declarations of worship. I feel something is required of me, some reciprocity I don’t feel. Equality matters to me. I’ve enjoyed and valued relationships more where I’ve been the one who adored. Yet one wise advisor says, “Try it. It's generous to allow it.” ‘Try it’ is what I say to others: “go into the thing that scares you.” So why am I worried about worship? Maybe I’ll try it at the next kink workshop? Though trampling on someone has more of an appeal.