An unusual title I agree, although probably over due, for I was not always referred to as HisLordship. Don’t worry, I’m not going to regal you with stories of how HL came to be, as that can be found in various posts written over the years. This very quick post is what HisLordship has brought to pass over the past 6 years.
For those who have met me, you will know that I am not a titled man with an estate in the country. I live in the countryside now, and once lived on a council estate, and there the connection ends! I felt that the HL tag and the blog that sprang up from it was always going to happen at some point. I have been known by a few titles over the years, but a Lord has certainly not been one of them. However, I needed a pen name this one had a good fit. Once I started to write anything that resembled readable, I found stories from I was a kid coming out. Soldiers, monsters and cowboys were all in there banging on my skull. I don’t know about you, but once I start to type I have to keep going until I dry up. That hasn’t always great as a my drafts folder is more than a work in progress!
So what does HL give me as an individual, and a male dominant who writes stuff occasionally? For starters he gives me the persona to sometimes write about issues or topics that I don’t feel I have the right to cover. Or cover a subject that is just slightly taboo. Would I normally write, or even think about a male nurse giving coma patients a blowjob? Or a guy wanking in a car over teacher? Some of the stuff is just odd! And yet HL gives me the freedom to do just those things.
HL is not my Dominant alter ego, although to many he is a someone who people do associate directly with me as a person. On occasion someone will seek advice from time on D/s matters and even ask to be mentored which is a great privilege. I think I play it down by saying he is just a name on a badge, a title to write behind or a vehicle that allows me to blend in with other writers far better than I. That actually sounds as though I have aspirations to become something in writing, when in fact I am quite lazy about the whole thing. The fact that I am writing this at 11.30pm is testament to my lack of writing organisational skills. I take how people react to what I write on face value; you either like it or you don’t. Actually, that’s a lie. I hope you get something from it. A smile, a frown, or a correction in my grammar all goes towards passing something on I suppose. And so I end this last-minute post with heavy eyes and the call of our bed upstairs with a promise. My next post will be a lot better than this one your Lordship!