In Tatters

I knelt at His feet in the utter mess I’d made. My struggle to succeed was stark. No one had ever seen me so disheveled…in such embarrassing circumstances. As He cleaned me up for the second time two minutes, I looked up to meet His steady gaze and tried to gauge his reaction. Disgust at another disastrous, completely unimpressive act of service? Frustrated at my inability to get it together? Sadistically amused at another ridiculous unglamorous predicament I’d once again found myself in? I knew he was taking in every fucking minute detail of the wreck before Him and squirreling it away in the vault of His mind, but what did He feel? His stoic expression offered me no hint. Without comment He stood firm in front of me. Fuckin unwavering. He hadn’t walked away. He hadn’t stepped back. I swear He may have even leaned in. As soon as I’d semi-collected myself, I began my third attempt even as I tried in vain to push the remaining proof of my ineptitude out of view, hoping it would simply

The Magic of the NYC Community

In 2017, I am exquisitely blessed to have found community.  My first dip in the local pool was back in the Spring at an NYC MAsT meeting.  Within 30 minutes of sitting down and simply listening to the discussion, the tension I'd been feeling for weeks, months, hell...years started to unwrap it's vicious grip on my soul.  I was finally someplace where those around me - despite differences in age, gender, race, ethnicity, sexual orientation, kink interests, background - didn't simply just accept me...they understood.

They understood.

They.
Understood.

I've been very lucky and even luckier this year.  Those closest to me accept me for who I am.  I'm not blatant, but I don't have to hide the truth of me completely.  It's never really quite been hidden anyway.  However, to be understood touches your soul and gives you a momentary place to rest and be completely at ease.

After that first event, I quickly expanded my attendance to include other groups/event types, and I haven't stopped yet.  I've come to treasure those moments when I'm surrounded by the local kink community.  Even when I didn't know a single person, I quickly found common ground even if from a silent distance.  As I've said again and again, I've met some amazing, fascinating, wonderful people who have helped me in big and small ways to learn and grown.

This afternoon, I sat quietly and merely enjoyed the peace of being understood by those next to me and in the room.  Even if it was our first meeting and knew little or nothing of me personally, there's the shared knowledge that if we started to speak about what binds us together, we'd at some point find common interest and shared experiences.  That is fucking priceless, especially after the recent years of being unable to be my true self.

I am humbly grateful for every moment I've spent in the company of the NYC Kink Community.  If we've shared even a moment with you at a class, a munch, a meeting, a discussion, a roundtable, or a party, I thank you for your presence and your contribution.  You've made a difference in my world, and I have no doubt in others as well.

Have a blessed holiday season and wonderful new year.  I look very forward to 2018 and what may come...especially with a few of you!  Hehehehe  ;-)
~DominaKat

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