My birthday is always regarded as my new year. I use the actual day to go over what I’ve lost and learned and to simply accept all the lessons I was given and to review how I think I handled them and how I’ll handle them in the future. Once I get through all of that, and regarding this year especially, I like to take time to think about who made it through this year with me.
There were a few casualties, such as dil. He seemed so promising but I got caught up in the excitement of a new relationship, in a boy with the promise of a life I’ve never seen before, and while I felt I took into account the difficulties the arrangement would offer us, the lesson wasn’t actually to be with him, but to challenge the ideas that I had on sexuality, gender, and marriage.
Another that I thought I had lost was Joey. We met at about the same time and we were good play partners for a couple of months in there. We would go out on occasion and I could call on him if I needed him in a pinch, but otherwise we were always scheduling around a roommate or a change in life rather than being able to just be and just do as we pleased. I can see now that the lesson here was to be open, to be less biased about age, and to accept the idea that sexuality and intimacy can come in many forms, not just through sex. I was pleasantly surprised to find that he actually made it through the year with me and will more than likely make an appearance in this next leg of my journey.
Another casualty was Stephanie, who never really grew to her full potential. It just wasn’t her time, really. We spent many weeks talking and discussing all that would come of her transformation. Ultimately real life obligations made her feel as though she couldn’t really emerge the way that she wanted and even though we had made arrangements for her to explore her sexuality and submission in the privacy of my own home or small gatherings, it never came to be. While we didn’t keep in touch, I didn’t forget her, and she really paved the way to me determining what it was I sough in a sub, if I truly wanted a feminine male or a girl or something somewhere else on the gender spectrum. She also helped me identify what I liked about the difference between cross dressers, gender ambiguous people, and transgendered people.
Next was Sergie, who has made it through this entire year and our relationship is still going strong. In fact, we just celebrated 90 days of chastity. We actually met via CollarMe (someone I always forget to list when I talk about how all of my good pets have come from that site) and were pen pals long before we actually decided to engage in any kind of play whatsoever. He heard me talking about each of my partners and he trusted me with a list of his fetishes — the kind that aren’t listed on a profile.He’s taught me that my darker fetishes don’t always have to stay in the closet — while there are plenty of people out there terrified of how far my Sadism can reach, there are those like him that only hope they can someday get to the back of that closet.
Erif, the boy with no laces. We didn’t start out as good friends. In fact, we were introduced to one another as ‘the third in tonight’s threesome’ by our mutual boyfriend/friend at the time. I don’t know that I’ve ever had such an awkward introduction and if I had never seen him again after that night I probably would have been okay with that. As it was, he was dating one of my good friends, Mimsy, and so I did see him quite a bit. We had a fun straightjacket/water torture scene at his first party. We ended up drifting apart for a while after that but reconnected a couple of months later and were practically inseparable. He’s taught me a great many lessons in the short amount of time that we’ve gotten close. Primarily that just because he’s young doesn’t mean he’s emotionally immature — a lesson I was desperate to learn. He’s taught me plenty about his lifestyle, about the boys that he’s attracted to, and we share interests in Master/slave and leather relationships.
As the clock was ticking down to my birthday, we were making rounds around the city, dropping people off. By the time the clock struck midnight, I was left with those that are most important to me right now. As the hours passed, people seemed to wish me happy birthday in the order of importance, which was something that I found incredibly amusing.
Once home, quarter after midnight, four hours to go before I had to get up for work, I was busy letting the dog out and getting my mental list prepared so I wouldn’t forget anything for work the next day. As I was stepping out of my shoes, the rook was stepping up to me. The night had been long and full of tension. I’d just driven one of his love interests out of his life and was well on my way to doing it again. I’d actually had a meeting with one of them prior to the evening’s social to discuss a few matters with her, such as the importance of clean slates, of forgiveness, of allowing a person to become someone new and not holding their past mistakes against them. We’d teased back and forth and have often jested that the person who hits the hardest wins, gets to be on top. Until this evening he’d never won. He’d always restrained himself. He’d always let me throw the winning punch. This time I was asking for it though and he delivered. It’s not that I necessarily wanted to feel him punch me in the arm — I was already aware of his strength — it was just that I didn’t want him to always let me get away with more than I should. I wanted him to push back. We don’t have a D/s relationship (beyond mentorship which is something entirely different) and while I appreciate that he lets me make the calls, I want to know that he won’t be walked all over.
That night, I felt a white hot pain inside of me that I hadn’t felt in years. It didn’t come as a surprise in timing, just in force. Even he was surprised that he had hit as hard as he did. It took me a few minutes to get over it. To process the pain, to delve into it, to surround it, to swallow it down. It took me a few minutes to silence the world and to heal myself and to understand the implications of it all. It took me a few minutes for my stomach to settle and to really embrace the fact that I got exactly what I was asking for — on many different levels. But it took me a few minutes more to realize that my reaction to all of this was completely different than it would have been a year ago. A year ago I would have shut down entirely, even if I completely deserved what had come my way. A year ago, I would have lost all trust in him because he made physical contact with me, even in a pre-negotiated way. A year ago, I would have been shocked. While I turned away from him, mostly so he couldn’t watch me processing it all, I didn’t close myself down at all. I heard his apology — and he was clear that he wasn’t apologizing for slugging me, but for the amount of force behind it — and accepted it. When he came near me to hug me, I didn’t push him away. When he left the table, he dropped a kiss to the top of my head and it made me smile. And by the time he returned, everything was just as right as rain. Except my arm. Which had just been punched and was a little sore.
When he stepped up to me as I was taking care of business, it would have been easy to shut down, brush him aside. I stayed open in ways I didn’t ever think I could though and before I could say or do anything, his mouth was on mine. He pulled me close, his fingers in my hair, and I was able to drift away for just a moment. That tug-of-war ensued for only a moment before I relented. He did exactly what he said he’d do, he followed through in action what he stated in words, and he’s one of the few people in my life that have ever been able to do that. While I suppose on some level trust should have been eliminated, it was only built. I let him take that kiss as far as he wanted, as hard as he wanted, for as long as he wanted — after all, he threw the winning punch and so got to be on top.
Moments later, after the smell of smoke faded and his taste was more a memory, my next birthday wish came in the form of a much softer kiss. I wrapped my arms around Junk and I took those kisses from her. Soft and quick and playful, the way our relationship feels to me. I like to feel as though I could shield her from the negativity in the world and present her only for the positive. It doesn’t always work that way, of course, but that’s what I like to imagine. Our relationship is non-traditional in that it’s based off of service, but I’m lucky enough to be able to share affection with her as well. I can hold her hand and play with her and kiss her and pet her and beat her. I can take her out and curl up with her on the couch. She’s one of the very few people in my life I’d allow to serve me and I’m hoping that our future together will be bright. I’m hoping that I can encourage her to chase romance in other partners, to explore her sexuality as often as she can safely manage, and that I can be a stable influence in her life no matter what path she eventually chooses.
After a few hours of sleep and a long drive to work, my first text came through. My best friend, Miss Chris, wishing me well in this upcoming year. I’d asked her what I should request of the Universe for this year, what I should ask to learn, and she gave me some sound advice, as she always has. This year I’ll take what I learned and apply it. I’ll ask to build on top of it but mostly, I’ll ask to just be. To just process everything that’s happened to me. She’s been my rock in the past years and I never had to wonder if she would make it through this year with me. I had to wonder how the friendship would change since we wouldn’t see each other every day any longer. She was there for me at each turbulent moment. When I lost dil. When I lost devin. She was there through it all. She laughs at me when I need laughed at. She supports me when I don’t feel I can go on. She encourages me when I’d rather just stomp my feet and pout. She makes sure I know when I’m being stupid. Most of all, she lets me wander around and figure things out on my own so that I don’t have to make the same mistake twice.
Then came the message from devin. I didn’t want to hope for it, because I didn’t want to be let down if it didn’t come. I didn’t want to feel like I was waiting for it, like it was more important than anything else. There was a time where he absolutely could have been the most important person in my life, but that time isn’t now. Luckily for me, he alleviated all of that by messaging early. I got to talk to him about what was going on in my life and I got to ask him about his. Previously we’d discussed the idea of being friends and there was still some hurt that I had leftover from the way things ended. I had asked the Universe for resolution by my birthday. I had asked that if he was meant to be a part of my life for longer than this year that he be carried through into this next year in whatever relationship the Universe felt was best for us. There was only relief when I got to speak to him on the first day of the new year. I’ve learned too much from him to be able to sum up in a paragraph. Some of the lessons were good and positive and some of them hurt. Some of them were as simple as learning to be intimate with a person in a sexual sense and some of them were as complex as learning that just because we’re connected to a person doesn’t mean that the time we meet them is the right time to have them. One of the greatest gifts he gave me was the inspiration to delve back into my own spirituality and that’s a gift that I’ll carry with me regardless of my relationship with him, regardless of where our paths take us, regardless of where our hearts wander.
Hour by hour I received a new wish, another greeting, words to welcome me into my new year. I got them from some that I didn’t expect (Tibbers) and some that I was excited to hear from. And at the end of the day I realized I had what my first wish of the previous year had been: people to finally celebrate my birthday with.
In a few hours, I’ll be sitting around a table with those I hold closest to me (with only one missing) dining with them, sharing stories with them, and enjoying our moments together. There really is nothing more wonderful than a birthday, than a year of experiences, than a clean slate.