Yep. You read that right – Non-fiction. this is the real me. If you are a regular reader, you might have picked up on a few things from my life which were – well – unfortunate. That said, I truly believe that if one cannot truly appreciate the wonderful without having, in some way, experienced the horrible. I’m had both in my life – truly a yin and yang background.
- I’m so very grateful to my have my husband of 35 years. You don’t want to read in all the ways, but when it comes to BDSM and my writing, he was the one who first introduced me to the pleasures of BDSM if you are lucky enough to be with a person who trusts and respects you as much as you do that other person. He was also the one who encouraged me to begin writing, even though he has read only one full book and only bits of others. Reading any fiction just really isn’t his gig.
2. My grandmother. She passed away several years ago at the still young at heart age of 96. She truly taught me what a submissive does. She was not a sexual submissive as a very difficult pregnancy at the age of 17 and a very devoutly Catholic husband made have sex (at least with intent for more children) impossible. Nonetheless, she devoted her life to service of others through caring for her only daughter, taking care of her 5 sibling-in-laws, cooking, laundry, cleaning, etc. She told me once that she never felt “put upon” but only that we all have our place in the world. She admired women (me) who worked and took care of family, but for her, she was happy, truly happy and proud, to be a full time homemaker.
3. My sons. Yes, I’m talking a lot about family. In fact, this list is primarily, possibly all, about family. Those little boys are now very grown up, very responsible, very loved men. They are both married with careers, homes, and ideas of their own. They love me. They open my eyes and heart to new ideas and new ways of looking at the world. They lift me up and keep me grounded.
4. My parents who were almost not my parents. You see, I was adopted at about 12 days old. I could have gone to anyone-maybe. I had a birth defect – my right foot was turned backwards- so not many people would be willing to take on a newborn with obvious medical issues. My parents, though, did. They massaged my foot, bought expensive, corrective shoes, enrolled me in dance classes ( I SUCKED, but the exercises strengthened my muscles), and loved me. They are now together again with my brother and grandmothers, and for that I am also grateful.
5. Living to the age of 59. I am not ashamed of growing old. In fact, quite the opposite. My only brother was murdered when he was only 27. I’ve know teenagers who never made it out of their teen years. I’ve had some fairly serious medical issues and have come close to death a few times, so I am very, very grateful to have reached this age.
So, now that you know some of my thoughts, why not share some of yours in the comments.