In Tatters

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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
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The Blessing of Folsom

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Two years ago, I wandered into my first Folsom Street East with no idea what to expect.  I'd heard rave reviews of the street festival at some of my first few TES classes, so on a hot, humid, early summer day I found myself on a single closed off block in NYC surrounded by much phenomenal pride and an outstanding display of stunning drag queens, hunky gay men in next to nothing, and a more back hair than I ever wanted to see.  LOL  (Keeping it real real here folks!)

I walked by vendors and organizations and food carts, young people and old, the dressed and nearly undressed, men, women, and gender fluid, leather and uniquely their own, and then took my very overheated (suffered heat exhaustion a few weeks before) ass home, grateful to have gone and to have felt the beautiful energy.  However, other than awareness I remained relatively unchanged by the event.  I had felt the joy and love around me, but being still new to the local kink scene and a straight, white, female...well my journey down that block was rightfully one of an admiring, respectful ally but outsider.

As I recover from all my "peopling" at yesterday's 20th Folsom Street East Festival/my second, the flashback to my first experience could hardly be more stark.

All the same characters were still there with an additional entire block of more, but where I once wandered through and was connected to no one to...I can’t tell you how many tents I stopped by to visit with people I know and respect or the number of warm, joyous hugs I received.  From ONYX Pearls (my lovely base camp), MAsT, ONYX, TES, The NE Puppy and Handler Contest, and more I was a small part of a larger, vastly diverse, beautiful extended family!

I'm honestly not sure how it happened!  LOL  I never set out with the intention to win anyone.  Not my style and definitely NOT my skill set.  ~shrug~  I can only be me for better or worse.  I've simply spent the last three years open to positive, honest, authentic connections as I traversed a myriad of classes, munches, discussion groups, and events in NYC.

Under the shadows of historic old buildings in Chelsea, I found a flurry of Introductions, New Connections, New Beginnings, Friendship, Laughter, Love, Learnings, Growth, and most of all...COMMUNITY ~whew~ My mind and heart are full! Full!! FULL!!! of MUCH Joy and Happiness.  ")  I am truly truly humbled and blessed.

I have found a place here, and so many of you are the reason it feels a bit like home.  Thank you!  I look so very forward to continuing this journey with you in both big and small ways.  ~HUGS~

All The Best to You!!!
~DominaKat

P.S.  My only feedback would be...please oh Fabulous Folsom organizers, add more food vendors!  I was craving food stands and trucks something FIERCE!  LOL

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