Lately my blog posts have been rare. Even my activity here on the cage has been sporadic at best. Every time I log on I am met with new surprises; people that were once familiar fixtures are no longer active, relationships that have come and gone, etc. All of which is natural, an evolution of kink and society in general, I suppose. As my parents uses to say, your true friends never leave...
But that is not the case with us, is it???
Kink is far too complex to abide by such rules. We fall victim to circumstance that doesn't hinder most relationships. Those that consier themselves "lifestyle" likely know what I mean. People don't always back out of the community by choice. For example, a dirty divorce and custody battle for children, threat or pressure of being outed to an employer, even criminal blackmail are normal occuracences in our community which causes people to suddenly disappear without explaination.
Obviously there is no fault placed on the ones that leaves. You must look out for you and your interests but what happens to those that remain???
Unfortunatly, these examples are the best of scenarios...
Two winters ago I relocated across the country for a variety of reasons. I left behind my partner, mouse (a user here on the cage). He visited me last summer at my new home, and fell in love with the region and the community here on the east coast of America, just as I had, and made the decision to move. After months of planning and preparation and many very big decisions, just weeks away from that move, tragedy be felt. At 38 years, old my collared submissive of two years, passed away suddenly and I am here trying to sort through what remains. Here I am, clutching the grains of sand that was once a healthy and vibrant D/s relationship. No one knew how fiercely "us" we were. The nature of kink and the privacy of our lives makes me a passing footnote in his legacy. Few can understand the fire and passion and truly invincible feeling of D/s relationships and we had that. Few knew of what we had together, and those that did couldn't possibly understand. The nature of kink means that I cannot publicly express how special and loved he truly was. Even if I could, people would not understand the bond we shared. I cannot formally announce his passing because I am outing him in the process. I cannot even share the GoFundMe account I created to help his family with his expenses with the kink community because it is associated with my RL identity. This is my sad realization. Our community has lost a shining star and all that is left of him is his inactive account and my own memories ... my own clenched fists full of sand....
