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dated their daughters. Perhaps it was just his oh-so-subtle way of saying, “Hey,
I’ve had my share of experiences, too!” but all it really did was make me want to
run up to the nearest Louisiana State Trooper and lunge for his gun in the
desperate hope that he might shoot me and put me out of my misery.
The rest of the trip passed without any discussion of my lifestyle or my
relationships and for that, I was exceedingly grateful. A few days went by, and I
began to think that perhaps I’d been a bit hard on him; that maybe my
perceptions had been tainted by my tendency to become easily annoyed. In fact,
I’d forgotten all about it when I took him by my office to introduce him to my
boss and to a few of my co-workers. Dad was spry for an eighty-three-year-old,
but his hearing had gotten progressively worse over the years. This sometimes
resulted in the volume of his own voice being inappropriate to the circumstances,
and unfortunately, this turned out to be one of those circumstances.
At the office, we chatted with my boss for a few minutes and then I took Dad
down the hall to meet a colleague and friend, who just happened to be a
stunningly beautiful, shapely brunette. Dad slipped effortlessly into the role of a
charming and witty raconteur, telling funny stories and flirting shamelessly with
her and the other women who worked in that department.
As we said our goodbyes and turned to leave, Dad leaned in close to me to
deliver a stage whisper which was, in fact, loud enough for everyone within fifty
feet to hear. He said, “Please tell me she is one of those sex slaves you’ve been
telling me about!”
Health Issues
When you have your health, you are truly blessed. Conversely, when age,
illness or injuries prevent you from doing the things you enjoy most, life sucks.
It’s a sobering thing to contemplate the fact that we will each someday have to
come to terms with age or circumstances that make certain types of BDSM play
impractical, painful, or dangerous. It’s at times like these that it is important to
remember that we are more than the sum total of our kinks, and that we should
never allow ourselves to be defined solely by our dungeon activities.
Who you are trumps what you do.
I once had a friend tell me, “I could never be a submissive.” Frankly, I hear this
all the time, and I’m rarely surprised by the reasoning or misconceptions behind