AI art shared with me by my lovely Sassa.

It was tempting to get profound or poetic with what I want to say today but I decided to just say it.

We, who are kinksters, live in a world of extremes: emotions, sensations, expressions, and more. It’s easy to lose sight of the little things to appreciate: an extra emoji, a card, a creation of AI art, etc. I recently added a patch to my current hat-of-choice (a Texas Rangers one). “Do Good Recklessly” was the one I picked and it’s on the back of the hat. These small acts of goodness or kindness are also the little things.

On my way into the mall, a very nice and very attractive woman with her male significant other stopped to see if I needed any help. I thanked her and assured her I didn’t need it and we went on our merry ways as she wished me a good day. Afterwards, I passed a lovely young lady coming out to her car after her shift in retail (she was wearing her nametag) and she just gave me a soft smile as we passed each other.

My point is that if we miss or take for granted the little things then we are doomed to be unhappy, unvalidated, and feel unloved. I once knew a man who told me on the side that he’d never seen or experienced a miracle. I was dumbfounded. There are so many of the small ones that happen to us everyday. Oh, lots of people and perhaps even you will say they are just coincidences. Okay, go ahead and believe that but I know better. I’ve seen them. I’ve experienced them.

I have told a number of people that I live a charmed or blessed life, yet I can see how someone looking in on my challenges, setbacks, and problems could see an entirely different life of despair, loneliness, and pain. It all comes down to how you look at it, what you look at in it, and how you accept/be thankful for what comes your way.

I’ll finish by saying I am a great believer in Karma: what goes around comes around. I do reckless acts of kindness all the time to people I know but a lot to people who are strangers and may never know what I did. Does that matter? Nope.

As a dominant and a sadist, it is easy for me to be a taker since that is kind of the name of the game but anyone who thinks that’s how it works is totally missing the point. There can be no dominance without someone who has given their submission. There can be no sadistic pleasure without someone who allows, desires, submits to the torture.

This past weekend, I spent some time on my own without crowds or malls or distractions like that. Lila said I was spending time working on my inner self. She was right, as usual. It went deeper than that though. I was wondering “what’s the point?” It was a time of self-reflection and assessment. It became easy to see the darker parts and I am known for getting melancholy on occasion, but it didn’t happen.

As I was going to bed, I saw that Sassa had shared with me the above creation. It is her as closely as she can make it be with AI. She never posts herself with glasses in the public shares. She’s getting to have a larger male fan club that she will tag with some creations but she’s very careful to send me a private version not shared with the others. She is taking care of me.

This morning, I received a lovely card from Lila. It was a surprise and put a large smile on my face. It was partially for Father’s Day since I am three people for her: Sir, Master, and Poppa. She is my sweet babygirl and the card was perfect. She was taking care of me. There are a couple of readers on this blog who also take care of me in their own ways. I am given more attention and time from a few women online who have gone past being acquaintances to having a connection we’ve spoken about in private.

Thoreau wrote about no wanting to “live a life of quiet desperation.” This is what I was doing before I accepted who I am and no longer hide or apologize for it. What is the point for me? I am living “a life of quiet appreciation” for the blessings, the love, and the women in my life. I’m good.