Out of the Bag

Before I get into this post, there are a few things I need to address.

First of all, I've been a very bad girl when it comes to blogging the past few months. There's nothing less attractive than a half effort. I've had an awful lot going on: a series of unfortunate events, some health struggles, different hours at work than I was used to, and the fact that Malignus and I have begun to launch a new business. I've been dedicating a lot of time to other things. That said, my blog is very important to me, and I intend to return to updating regularly.

Secondly, I know that you all want to hear about TASSP. I want to tell you about it, too! Unfortunately, I'm saving that post until I receive a few photos, and I have something else that I want to address briefly before that.

I left TASSP on Sunday. I arrived in Omaha, and then Malignus and I drove back to Sioux Falls and went to bed around 4 the next morning. That afternoon, I got up and went to the airport to fly to NYC to visit my family of origin in New Jersey and then go into the city for some shooting and visiting friends. During the time that I was in Sioux Falls, I basically dumped all my crap from Texas out and onto the floor of the spare room and then repacked it with appropriate family attire.

I don't enjoy visiting with my family, especially after my oldest brother died last winter. That brother was the part of the family that I connected with. I value my other brother, but we don't share the same kind of closeness. My mother herself has never been emotionally well in my lifetime, and she's caused me a great many difficulties in my lifetime. I don't believe that going into those details here would be appropriate, but know you this: things have been more often bad than good between us.

Yesterday, I had a rough day. Last time that I was here, my brother's death was still a present topic. We were at his funeral. This time, it was as if he really never existed to everyone else, while I was hyper aware of all the things that reminded me of him. Despite my acceptance of his death, I caught myself longing for him; the feeling of my body cut up by want inside. My mother ragged on me for small things over and over again, she invaded my privacy, she was critical of my body (this is her favorite hobby. She was a professional dancer and I did not inherit that build, and she takes every chance she gets to remind me of this). It kinda sucked. Then, things got serious.

While I was in the bath, my mother went through my suitcase to find any laundry that might be there (so she said) and, while at it, happened upon a stray cane that had been left in the bag. It's half length and not very noticeable. She wasn't entirely sure what it could be for, however, so she looked up the brand, found photos of me on the brand's site and panicked. She was in hysterics, telling me that she wanted to have me committed to a mental hospital because I'm a danger to myself.

I felt very similarly to the way I did when I first found out that my brother was near death: I'd always known on some level that this moment was going to come, but I sure as hell didn't expect it when I woke up that morning. On many levels, I was prepared for this. I've always been detached and I don't actually NEED anything from her. My familiar connection is more based on filial piety and social constructs at this point. These things didn't stop me from calling Malignus in tears as soon as I ran out of the house.

I ended up going to New York that night, to stay with PeachyKeane and Scotchgrove. They've been extremely welcoming and gracious to me. I explained to the doctor that I am in sound health and that my mother is simply not accepting the choices made by an adult and that was the end of that. I posted about what happened to fetlife tonight, and I got a wonderful outpouring of kind words. That's really the reason for this post more than anything else: I want to thank everyone who posted or messaged me with their support. It reinforced the lesson that I needed the most at this moment:

The scene is my family. When I grow, it loves me for it. When I fail at things, it pushes me back up to try again. When I'm strange, it's stranger. When I'm afraid, it's safe. When I need love, there's love for me. When I need understanding, there are many who have gone through what I have.

As an entity, you're all I could ever ask for, and I love you.

I'm also forever grateful for the people who make up my D/s list. The people I've grown close to are truly beautiful people. I realized when my mother was in hysterics that there is nothing in the world that matters more to me than the people I know from the scene (especially now that my brother, my closest family member is gone). I'm a very lucky girl to have such wonderful people in my life.

I'm not happy with the way things have gone with this incident (between my mom and I) and I don't think that it's over yet. But I'm okay despite it. When I was a girl, I was terrified that I'd be found out and put away for what I do (or, at the time, what I wanted to do). Now, those threats don't really scare me because I'm an adult, and I know that I can and do take care of myself. If anything, this is rather freeing. I have confidence in myself and even less to fear.
And I have you guys. And that rocks.

TASSP post will happen as soon as I get some pictures from a few people! Keep your eyes open! It'll include lots of amazing adventures including me, Malignus, Pandora Blake, Ten Amorette, Amelia Jane Rutherford, Heather Michaels, Christy Cutie, Shay Elizabeth and lots more awesome people! There's even a puppy! Spankings and a puppy! What could be better?!

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