Why CEOs kneel for me; a note on ache

You kneel for me because I’m not intimidated by you. Because my wisdom and calm confidence come from something ethereal and deep, not from titles or salaries. This unsettlingly hot something is recognized by the CEO-type because you crave to be seen just as a person, or less than a person, or nothing at all. Free. Mine. Even if just for a few hours, and often a few hours is all you need.

You CEO types ache for someone hot, smart, and worthy to take the reigns and lead you to sweet nothingness: brain off. No more pissed off employees, texts from shitty clients, hostile board members, game after game after game being played at every level with no fucking off switch. Body buzzing, snapping at your wife, 3am cortisol spikes waking you up… your type will text me, “I need you”. It makes me purr, feel pleased. An initial offering of tribute.

I want you to know my deep craving for control, to see how this is not just work: it’s real. But the deal is if I give it to you, I want you to anticipate my fucking needs. I want you to think about me on your 3rd flight this week, I want you to think about texting me even though you know you shouldn’t. I want you to come bare the truth about who you are, I want you to offer it up on your knees like fealty. And then I want you to go back out in the world and do something interesting enough to talk to me about the next time we’re together.

You’ll go right back to the fire of your intense life as a leader, and I’ll just sit pretty in my beautiful home (a gift from a CEO, who has now exited to PE in some parts thanks to my influence), and wait. I sit like an oracle and wait for you to feel so frustrated, pent up, desperate enough to come back to me. Desperate to watch my self-mastery of my body, energy, eye contact, and voice command your reverence, intrigue, and gnawing need.