The 9 Service Languages | Intensive Session Wrap Up Thoughts

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On Sunday, I wrapped up my first small group FULL INTENSIVE workshop that spanned 6+ hours over the course of 2 days. Anyone who has sat through my Intro class knows, The 9 Service Languages is a fucking BIG IDEA! When I first launched my class, I naively believed it could be tackled in a typical 90-minute or 2-hour session. I quickly learned that was impossible and that few platforms (cons, orgs, mtgs) had the ability to hold space for me and attendees to get DEEP in the weeds of WIITWD as it relates to Service. I am PROFOUNDLY HONORED that @S-O-C—the Service Oriented Conference—reached out to me earlier this year to be a part of their inaugural Intensive Program. They were the perfect partner with the perfect target audience for an Intensive of The 9 Service Languages of Authority Transfer Relationships/Dynamics. The session allowed me to work with a small group as we got our hands dirty, dissecting where, when, how, and why we do Service and considered ways to adjust, tweak, evol...
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The Magic of the NYC Community

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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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