Changes

I told a friend I’d send her this link, so this is a good way to do it.  If you DIDN’T find me through my good friend aisha, then you should check out her blog, here.  I’m also going to say that if you like that, you should also check out one of our other friends, ‘nilla, and you can find her here.  Both of them have actually mentioned me in recent blogs.

So, changes.

I can hardly say that word to myself without hearing David Bowie, belting out “Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes…”

I’ve had a lot of changes lately, though maybe we always have a lot of changes and these are just more visible changes, or ones I recognize more.

Walt Whitman said, “Do I contradict myself?  Very well, then, I contradict myself;  I am large – I contain multitudes.”

Isn’t that a great way to look at it, though?  That you contain multitudes.

I know that I do.  I had a vanilla friend this morning tell me I was the nicest dominatrix she knew.

She admitted to not knowing any others, too, but she said, still, I think you’re the nicest.

It’s funny that sometimes people believe that just because you’re a kinky person, and a Top, you won’t be nice?

So, anyway, back to change.

I found another quotation I liked, by Neil Gaiman, from The Graveyard Book:

“You’re always you, and that don’t change, and you’re always changing, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

And ain’t that the truth?  You’re always you, no matter what, and you’re always changing, no matter what.

Seeing my old friend, or maybe my former old friend as it turned out, reminded me of that.  I don’t feel that different from the poor kid growing up with a relatively crazy mother in a little tiny town in the middle of a great big desert.

But clearly, I am very far from that person.

The last passages of Tennessee Williams’ The Glass Menagerie also come to mind:

“I didn’t go to the moon, I went much further – for time is the longest distance between two places.

Not long after that I was fired for writing a poem on the lid of a shoe-box. I left Saint Louis. I descended the steps of this fire escape for the last time and followed, from then on, in my father’s footsteps, attempting to find in motion what was lost in space. I travelled around a great deal.

The cities swept about me like dead leaves, leaves that were brightly coloured but torn away from the branches. I would have stopped, but I was pursued by something. It always came upon me unawares, taking me altogether by surprise. Perhaps it was a familiar bit of music. Perhaps it was only a piece of transparent glass. Perhaps I am walking along a street at night, in some strange city, before I have found companions. I pass the lightened window of a shop where perfume is sold. The window is filled with pieces of coloured glass, tiny transparent bottles in delicate colours, like bits of a shattered rainbow. Then all at once my sister touches my shoulder.

I turn around and look into her eyes. Oh, Laura, Laura, I tried to leave you behind me but I am more faithful than I intended to be! I reach for a cigarette, I cross the street, I run into the movies or a bar, I buy a drink, I speak to the nearest stranger – anything that can blow your candles out! For nowadays the world is lit by lighting!

Blow out your candles, Laura – and so goodbye…”

Isn’t that true – time is the farthest distance between two places.  Google tells me that the house I grew up in is 2082 miles from where I sit now, from the house in which I have lived for most of the last 22 years.

It tells me it would take me 33 hours to get there.

It would take me much longer to go back, though, wouldn’t it?

I haven’t lived in Nevada since 1978.  I haven’t lived in that house since 1976.

Thirty-five years, more or less, is a long time.

Google tells me that I would head west, across Indiana, then Illinois, then Missouri, then Kansas, then Colorado, then Utah, and finally into Nevada.  I also grew up in the western part of Nevada, meaning I’d be driving across Nevada, too.

So I suppose I’ve changed all along, every day, whether I noticed it or not.

It’s like when you don’t see someone for a long time, you notice how they’ve changed.  When you see them every day, you don’t notice the progression of time.

Proximity blocks our vision, in the way that sometimes to see what it is at which you are looking, you have to pull away a bit, give your eyes a chance to focus.

We are too close to ourselves to see the gradual changes, we only feel the ones that seem sudden and cataclysmic, and often, though not always, the ones that are imposed on us by forces beyond our control.

So, what is the conclusion, after all that, if there is one?

Change is uncomfortable, it’s like breaking in a new pair of boots, you miss your old and comfortable ones, even though you know that you need the new ones, even though the old ones are really not an option anymore, and it seems unfair to have to go through this again.

And then, a few months later, you notice that they new boots have become your comfortable old boots, the rough spots worn away.

Time is the longest distance between two places

About MsConstanceExplains

Ms Constance has been actively involved in the BDSM/Leather community since the mid-1990’s. She is the Founder of the Louisville Munch as well as its hostess for ten years, from 1997 to 2007, and was christened as “Louisville’s First Lady” by her community. As a member of various BDSM/Leather organizations, she has been nominated for Pantheon Woman of the Year as well as regional awards, and has been nominated with her slave, drew, for Pantheon Couple of the Year. She serves as Special Events Director for the Great Lakes Leather Alliance. She produces the Bluegrass Leather Pride Contest, sending contestants to Great Lakes Leather Weekend, and was Presenters Committee Chair for Leather Leadership Conference 2010 Great Lakes/Ontario. She has produced and judged Leather events and contests, been instrumental in the organization and creation of various groups and clubs, advised and encouraged other communities and endeavors, and produced a performance by a BDSM comedian. Groups around the country use her writings in information and introductory packets, and she is an occasional columnist as well. She and slave drew hold the titles of Great Lakes Master and slave 2003.

Posted on August 3, 2012, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. you still keep the old boots though, in a corner of the basement or the attic or your closet. You know you won’t wear them again, probably ever. But you might, you just might. So you keep them. And seeing them occasionally, you remember wearing them.
    -sin

    • It’s funny, when my old friend was here, we looked at a bunch of old photos, and the funny thing was, what all of us commented on was clothes. “Oh, I loved that sweater!” “There’s my old peacoat…” “Remember how white your tennis shoes always were?” Things that, for the most part, we got rid of long ago, but we still remember them.

      And you’re right, you do remember wearing them.

  2. Thanks for the shout-out Ms. Constance!!

    See you tonight…

    aisha

  3. Hi Ms. Constance…same for me! Thanks for the shout-out! uh oh…i’m having an attack of exclamation points again…that happens sometimes.

    It’s funny, this post made me wistful, a bit. I’m a FAR cry from the terribly shy, socially awkward girl I was before I left home. And yet…if you asked, I’d tell you I am still shy, still socially awkward…though I’ve learned some skills to mask that.

    Physical changes? Had ’em all.. fat, thin, fat again. Long blonde hair, short blonde hair, brunette, redhead, and the current unfortunate extremely dark red that I fucked up on.

    Grew up an Air Force brat, so I’ve lived overseas a bit, but mostly here in the Northeast…

    The biggest change of all? Happened in my head. When I found out that I wasn’t alone …feeling about spankings, and the fantasies and all the stuff that makes D/s? That was the most profound change.

    I did laugh when I read about your friend…I used to think all Tops were big, mean, brutes, stern of countenance, and demanding and rigid. Duh. Dominants are people, too! Live ‘n learn…

    🙂

    nilla
    (always learning)

    • It’s interesting, ‘nilla, because I don’t know that it’s about being kinky so much as just always feeling like I’m a half-step off from everyone else, regardless. Kink now, gayness before, poverty before that, growing up feeling as though I was forced, to quote my favorite playwright, to “rely on the kindness of strangers.”

      But the kink community is the one that I feel the most comfortable with, maybe because we’re a bit like the Island of Misfit Toys, exiled for being different or broken. We have our faults, god knows, but when a community works, it values diversity so even though we are not the same, and that is good and welcomed, but we are also the same, too.

  4. That’s it ,in a nutshell “if a community works, it values diversity”.

    Love the comparison to the Island of Misfit Toys…quite apropos (now I’ll have that songworm stuck in my head all day!)

    nilla

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: