And Damn It If I’m Not Happy

When I was growing up I wanted to be a writer. In fifth grade I wrote a “book” and my friend illustrated it. That was the deal: I’d write and she’d illustrate. Then she moved away and we lost touch. Through the magic of Facebook, I found her again. She is, in fact, an illustrator for children’s books. Along the way I decided that being a writer was not feasible. How many people write the great American novel anyway? Life took over and I got nothing job after nothing job. Not that the jobs were worthless. It just wasn’t what I wanted to be when I grew up. I think the blog takes a little of the sting out of that missed dream. I get to write every day.

Since I’m an introvert, I always said that I never wanted to get married or have kids. I wasn’t a social person. How can you get married if you’re not social? I mean, you have to interact with people to find someone to marry, right? Well, somehow, I did find someone and we had kids. And obviously I’d do anything for them. If I had any idea exactly where the one in the army was at this particular moment I’d be trying to protect him better than his armor does on maneuvers right now in Afghanistan. And was that my dream for him when he was born? Well, yes, actually. Not specifically to be a soldier. Actually no, not a soldier at all. But I wanted him to be happy. That’s all I cared about. And damn it if he isn’t happy doing what he does!

What does all this have to do with our blog? It’s simple. Life doesn’t always go the way you planned. Usually it takes so many twists and turns you wind up very far from where you intended. Sometimes you wind up, in a roundabout way, doing exactly what you planned, but the journey changes it somehow. So Lion and I, against countless odds, growing up in different generations, only 70 miles away from each other most of our lives, wound up together. If you had told either of us we’d be where we are today we’d think you were crazy. And if you told us we’d be doing male chastity or FLM, we’d think you were crazy. Well, maybe Lion wouldn’t, but I would.

I never imagined that I’d have a pet Lion. I never imagined I’d be doing the things I do to him. Now I can’t imagine not doing them. I can’t imagine not having Lion in my life. And damn it if I’m not happy!