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

My Initial Steps Toward Sisterhood

I wrapped up my ONYX Pearls' interview with the itch to write scratching my scalp.  The simplest of questions yet sadly I had had no immediate or definitive answer.  "What does Sisterhood mean to you?"

For many reasons—some situational, some ugly—I've never engaged with groups of women.  To be transparent, it's only been since I entered the local scene that I've even aligned myself with any formal groups.  Despite my current active involvement with various pieces of the NYC Kink Community, I'm actually more of a loner.  My interests have always been too varied, my style too straightforward or unique, my tolerance for drama and betrayal waaaaay too low.  I tend to float between a diverse cross-section of activities, people, and interests.  This allowed for an eclectic assembly of experiences and continually fueled my independence.

The root of it all is...I've never sought group approval or status.  That phenomena is all just...sort of lost on me.  The hype genuinely escapes me.  ~shrug~

However, in my very first steps into the local community, I met several AMAZING women: warm, open, kind, intelligent, grounded, thoughtful, profound, funny, kinky, REAL.  I kept meeting those fascinating ladies at different classes, meetings, and events.  I grew to know several of them.  Most are a part of the rebirth of ONYX Pearls Northeast, so when this year's applications opened and after many discussions, I applied.  

Over the last year, I've gained confidence that I have value to offer the broader kink community, and I have felt called to put my service into those groups and events whose vision I believe in.  My hope in applying was to be a small part in helping the vision of The Pearls to grow and flourish.  Shortly after my interview, I was invited to join their upcoming pledge line, but that question..."What does sisterhood mean to you?" has continued to haunt me.  

If you listen with an open heart, your feet will often put you on the path your journey needs to take, which isn't necessarily the path you thought you'd follow.  For the last two years, I have found myself unexpectedly surrounded by a steadily growing bubble of positive female energy.  

Aside from my mother, I've never had much of that in my life.  

I've attended several events with The Pearls since my invitation, and each time I've been struck with a feeling of profound peace that blooms effortlessly deep inside me.  As I mull over my ideas of sisterhood, pulling heavily from my roll as sister to my best friend and chosen brother, I can't help but realize I'm on the path I NEED to be on right now.

What does sisterhood mean to me?

I believe the ONYX Pearls Sisters are going to introduce, educate, and lead me to my answer.  For that opportunity, I am already grateful, and I look so very forward to being guided by their collective wisdom.
~DominaKat

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