Householding is not cuckolding

I am a woman.
I am a matriarch.
I run my house.
I direct my man.

I place my man.
I receive my man.

That’s householding.
Not cuckolding.

Cuckolding is sleeping with other men — with your husband’s knowledge, with or without alignment.

That’s not what I’m doing here.

I don’t fuck other men.
I rarely fuck my own man — because now I don’t get fucked anymore. Unless I direct.

I sleep with my husband.
I love my husband.
I keep him close.
I keep him complete.
But nobody fucks me.
Unless I say so.

I don’t outsource what belongs in my house.

I build my domain.
I hold my orbit.
I direct his release.
I receive it.
That’s mine.

I’ve kissed girls.
I liked it. A lot.

And I may again — but it won’t be behind my husband’s back or without alignment.

That’s not because I need permission.
That’s because I hold my house clean.

I hold myself clean.

This is householding.

Not a performance.
Not entertainment.
Not rebellion.

Householding is not cuckolding.

It’s authority.
It’s clarity.
It’s placement.

And it’s mine.