Friday, January 27, 2012
Time to move? Wouldn't you want to "Stay Moist at Wet"?
My Father's still alive, but he choose to leave about a decade ago, he just couldn't handle everything that goes along with Mom's progressing illnesses, especially the changes in mental condition that often are associated with terrible chronic pain and opiate drug addiction.
My ex-wife left me, at least in part, because of my devotion to family. It was her opinion that I was wasting the prime of my life (and hers) caring for an individual that didn't really appreciate my efforts, a person who expected rather than appreciated.
I was released from my caregiver duties last year, when Mom passed away after an extended hospitalization. Watching Mom's monitors, I saw indications that the end was near, so I asked Serafina to go grab us lunch and tend to Mom's dog, hoping the tasks would last long enough to spare my slave/wife from having to sit and watch Mom expire. I was alone there by her bed speaking softly into her ear as Mom passed.
Which leads us to where I find myself today, pondering what direction Serafina and I should take . . .
It might seem strange to some, watching me ponder the direction to take our lives. I mean I'm fully empowered to make any decision I'd like, and I have a slave/wife who'd follow me to the ends of the earth should I choose. I didn't inherit any funds when Mom passed, but Serafina and I find ourselves in possession of a house in pretty decent shape, it might need a new roof, but it's a house with no mortgage!
The only problem? This isn't Seattle or San Francisco or Vancouver, not even close. Hell boys and girls, it's not even Chicago. (The "Windy City" is not exactly a town well known for it's kink community, but at least there's one there.)
If you count the dogs, Serafina and I now live in a village of about 5000, the size is half that if you just count people. I'm thinking that the closest thing we've get to a BDSM community in this town is when the local postal workers gather around the latest box of goodies I've ordered from the Stockroom (or Mr-S-Leather, Adam's Whips, Happy Tails, etc.) speculating about what might be inside. OK, I'll admit that the UPS guy has delivered enough Liberator.com gear to our door that he now honks as he drives up, but I'm starting to get off topic with that observation.
I'm not sure that Serafina would want to go to a play party, although I'm also sure she could be dragged to one on a leash. So perhaps it's not so much the BDSM community itself that I'm longing for, but instead simply the opportunity that goes with living in a larger and more progressive community.
If we lived elsewhere, I know Serafina would be enrolled in a class learning the art of Burlesque dancing. Serafina's an artist in a number of different mediums, it would be so wonderful to be able to give her more support and opportunities in those pursuits.
But that would mean again assuming some kind of mortgage, while our home has no mortgage it's not exactly prime real estate either, the house itself would be worth two or three times as much if located in Seattle, San Francisco, or Vancouver. Meaning to move to those areas, we'd have to live in relative poverty for some time while reestablishing ourselves.
So while I'd love to live someplace like Toronto, where the Kink Engineering is having their Latex Party next month (the advertisement/illustration that accompanies this post) I'm not really willing to make the great leap and experience all the upheavals inherent in moving. Serafina is very content where we are, and our intended focus is each other, not play parties and/or events.
So the answer to the post's title is - No, it's not time to move - our location's advantages outweigh disadvantage. With the internet, location isn't even that important anyway. We're building our own "community" here through SpiritualBDSM.com, our friends and readers who join us here are priceless!
And there's always travel! Meaning, now I just need to figure out how to enroll Serafina in a Burlesque class. It's something like an 8 week class, so it's not one we can just catch on the fly in a weekend . . . I wonder if we could convince Miss Indigo Blue to release a video version of the class she teaches in Seattle? Where there's a will there's a way, and every great idea starts with a simple spark!
Serafina, this is your next slave assignment - Please write Miss Indigo Blue and ask the deliciously sexy Burlesque goddess if she ever plans to release a video version of her Art of Burlesque class . . . I'd also encourage you to write other well established Burlesque instructors (wherever they may exist) with a similar question.