19 hours in a metal tube. That’s about what it was like in flying back to the States from our vacation in Australia. Time seems to stand still on a flight like that – the Earth gliding by underneath. I am pretty much sick of watching movies right now, and I’m missing my new friends from the land down under.
The trip to Australia was filled with workshops and meet-n-greets with the leather, kink and Master/slave communities. We met a cross-section of experiences, genders, orientations and approaches. Far more names and faces than I can possibly remember, but the overall impression I was left is that none of us are so different.
We have different words, different approaches, different experiences and expectations, but whether we’re in the UK, Canada, across the US or even now on the other side of the world, we’re all asking similar questions and looking for similar things – validation of who we are, expression of our kinky/erotic selves and the hope that we’re not so alone or different or bad for wanting these things that we feel so deeply. And whether we’re in a MAsT chapter, a munch group, a leather house, a poly family or a long term committed monogamous relationship, we seek others like us to share and learn from.
The year is almost over for slave Angie and I. And we are left with that impression from traveling around… that we are not so different, and that we can do wonderful things together.