Feeling a little blue and rocky after hearing about a dear friend in the hospital, and then hearing about another dear friend just released from the hospital, but it was a very near/close call… the type of odds where him coming home is “you need to go out and buy a shit-ton of lottery tickets” lucky…
It makes me think of the dark times I went through when I thought I was going to lose angie. At that point, 5 years of having poured blood, sweat and tears into a relationship like we have, it was rough. I can’t even imagine how it would feel now, or after 15 or 20 years.
As this posts, we’ll be on our way to Southeast Leather Fest to present and celebrate another gathering of the tribe and of the M/s community. I’ll have angie next to me, most of the journey, enjoying the opportunity to spend time and share with the folks down South. I’m grateful for that.
I believe we get into relationships, friendships, chosen family and bonds for reasons, and if we are lucky, and good, and work hard or happen to hit the Life Lottery, we’ll see these relationships through the rest of our lives. One way or the other, in some form, because relationships do change, do evolve and I believe we have to allow that evolution and change to happen to grow and explore who we are as human beings. But… we might make it work for a damn long time, maybe to the end of our time on this mortal coil… and if so blessed, then I feel like that’s a wonderful miracle.
I guess I would say that I hope you’ll hug the ones you’re with, no matter if they’re slaves, subs, Masters, Dominants, tops, chosen brother/sisters, fuckbuddies, what-have-you… I hope you’ll live in the moment of being there in the moment, because these are wonderful precious moments that end all too quickly.