Not long after when serina and I broke up in 2013, I experienced a relapse with my chronic illness.
Those two things combined in a way that meant I wasn't able to get out to kink events much any more (something that was extremely difficult to handle as I'd been a regular on the scene since I came out at 18), and also that I was feeling very heart-sore about D/s relationships.
Boy and I began our relationship back in 2007 as vanilla lovers, and that means that for us, that is always beneath the D/s. It's always an interesting balancing act, and not something I'd ever particularly want to try balancing again with future relationships I imagine (but who knows what the future will bring), but it does certainly have its benefits.
One of those benefits was that during this time, I didn't need him to be my boy. I needed him to be my partner.
Oh, we were still D/s. Neither of us are very good at vanilla relationships. D/s is natural for us. But a lot of the extra bits - the protocols, the play, etc - got stripped away for a while.
Then life kept doing that thing life does, and I went through a few crises. Then we thought it was settling, and as we settled into our new apartment back in the city, I mentioned to him several times that I was feeling the drive come back, and that I imagined more kinky fuckery was in our future.
Then... shit hit the fan with my mother, and serina got back in touch around the same time, and everything was just stressful and exhausting. And I was doing my best. I was. I am. But I'm not superhuman.
But now, now things genuinely seem to be settling again. There is space again. And that means I can start thinking about the fun frills and ruffles of kink, rather than just feeling like my relationships are all just holding steady until I can breathe again.
I'm still not 100% again yet, but I feel like there at least the breathing room to get there. I am feeling the stir of the enjoyment of D/s and kink, rather than it simply being a default structure for my relationships.
In a way I feel like I am starting all over again. And that's actually a rather nice feeling - no one knows the joys and thrills of kink and D/s like fresh new people do, and if I can recapture some of that feeling, I am certain the coming times will be enriching and enjoyable.