Sunday, September 20, 2020

on being "outed" to the vanilla world

1.  It has always been tricky for me to write this blog while being in a relationship. For some reason my partners have always felt very unhappy with me writing about the kink and our sex life. 

In a way it is impossible for me to write about my kinky life and not about my partners, because it is so much linked together. I don`t play with strangers much. In the very few cases when I do just play, it is online only. 

The interactions that make me the happiest and that give me content for my blog are the interactions with my partner. He is the one that I am focused on. He is the one that I am thinking about, and he is the one that I am experiencing all sorts of kinky and/or sexual activity with.

Unfortunately my husband has made it very clear to me recently that he doesn`t want to appear in my blog anymore. His actual words were: "I didn`t consent to it."

Is it a fair assessment of him? I dont know. 

In a way I do understand that it can feel scary to know that I am blogging.

But: 

I was writing my blog already when I met him. He knew about my blog right from the beginning. He knew that I am writing about my love life. And he knew I write about us.

I  am telling you, his words  and his reproach of violating his consent triggered all sorts of bad feelings in me. I was so hurt about his position, within 5 min of having heard his reproach I deleted all posts that I wrote since knowing him.

Accusing me of violating his consent is a huge accusation. I dont even wanna be near it.

If you should have wondered why so many of my older post disappeared... this is the reason.

And no, it is not possible to retrieve these posts. 

It felt like he made me destroy a big part of my past. 


2. I do understand that a lot of submissive guys have a lot of fear of being "outed" as submissives. I would never out anybody. Ever. That´s just not how I roll. Plus: I really think there is nothing to "out" anyway. You like getting your ass spanked? So what? Enjoy it. So do I.

I am in the scene for years now. I have spoken/texted with so many submissive men, I have gotten my first ever spanking in my whole life from a submissive guy who wanted to let me know what it feels like, I have met people with all sorts of kinks and fetishes. And my conclusion is: there is really NOTHING we should be ashamed of. Nothing at all.

Nevertheless I dont talk with the vanilla world about anything we do. I am not on a mission to make this thing we do mainstream. Far from it. And I tell you why: Me personally, I like that we are such  an "elite" circle of like minded people.

A few days ago I received a personal email from a reader of this blog regarding my visa status. He happens to be an American lawyer and he gave me  very valuable insight and ideas and support on how to proceed. His email was super sweet and warm, and there were no strings attached at all.

I spoke with my shrink about this email, I had my phone with me and read her some of the text he had written. My shrink is female, super cool and open minded. When she heard the message she was deeply impressed and thrilled by the message. She told me she hadn`t gotten such a wonderful email ever :-) And me, I gotta tell you the truth, I am spoiled with great messages from great men. It is fair to say that some of the smartest brains of the USA are reading my blog. Why? I do not know. I just know they do :-)

The fact that we are such a hidden /elite circle of people allows me and my readers to be so open and honest and vulnerable with each other. We dont need to explain much to each other. We dont need to defend our cravings and our lust. It is pretty much impossible to just "stumble" about my blog. You need to be "in the scene" to find me. I sometimes tell vanilla friends that I am writing a blog, and sometimes I even say "sex blog", but I never give them the blog´s name.


3. A very good but vanilla friend who is going through a divorce right now asked me recently: "Hey, do you know what felife is?" I laughed and said: "sure I do, I even have a fetlife account." 

And he said: "well, give me your fetlife name  and I give you mine." I laughed again and said: "nope, you gotta find me. " (which is impossible because there is nothing on fetlife that is linked to my real persona. )

And a few minutes later I received an email with his fetlife name. He wrote: "Nothing human is alien to me. We live our relationship pretty openly"

I looked him up on fetlife and saw that his new girlfriend is in the scene for years, well established and with lots of friends there, while he is brand new. They call themselves master and slave, with HER being the slave and him being the master, of course *rolling my eyes. He even had posted  slave pics of her on his profile.

So basically she introduced him to the scene, but he´s not intrinsically feeling it. And he outed her to me.

I think no person who did what he did deserves to be called "master".

And honestly, I thought: man what an asshole he is. He´s got so much to learn still. You dont throw your sex life on people. And the only thing that would have really impressed me is if he had started a  F/m relationship with her and sent me the link to that. This would have taken guts indeed. :-)

So to all the submissive men out there who are reading this: you guys rock! 


4. Oh, and for the record:

Remember "James", who commented here on this blog in the past and sometimes wasn`t very much liked by some of you?

I wasn`t wrong. He is one of the good guys too. Life has thrown some stuff at him, I wish him very well,  and I apologize to him for not listening more carefully to what he had to say. 


Saturday, September 12, 2020

A shattered dream.

It is with deep sadness that I am writing this post. I do feel a need to inform you guys first, before I even tell it to my real life friends and acquaintances. It feels safer to tell it to you first, because you all have been so supportive to me over the years.

I feel deeply humiliated, shameful, and hurt. My life is pretty much shattered and I have no idea how I managed myself to bring me in that crazy situation that I find myself suddenly in.

As you all know, I am German. But for some reason I have always been attracted to american men and the USA. I cant explain what pushes me into that direction, I just know I feel that internal push all my life.

When Gregory came into my life, a big dream came true. I finally had my american man who loves me and cares for me and is happy to commit to me. We dated for 2 years, got married and decided to start the process to live together for good.

Gregory has strong ties to the USA, he cant just move to Germany, and I was more than willing to move to the USA and to him. We started the legal proceedings for my big move almost 2 years ago. 

It was an exciting , emotional (and very expensive) "journey". Never in my life had I expected that my decision to move to the USA would have such a strong impact on my German family of origin. They pretty much all freaked out and were angry with me for - I quote- FORSAKING them. My decision to move to the USA had a huge impact on their financial and personal life too, and it took us all months to emotionally deal with it. Never in my life have I felt so alone. We argued all the time. It felt like my German family blamed me for choosing Gregory over them.

Gregory asked me all the time: when are you finally moving to me? when are you finally coming? and the Germans asked pretty much the same question: when exactly are you leaving? Give us a specific date when you are leaving the (German) house. And I told to all of them: "I cant give you a specific date. It´s just not in my power. I keep the German law firm as long as I can, make money in Germany as long as I can, and as soon as I get the visa/working permit from the USA, I will move to the USA. Me moving to the USA without a working permit does not make any sense. I need to be able to make my own money in the USA. I cant just live off of Gregory for the rest of my life. He´s not loaded with money."

Things went on for months and months, and the pressure I felt under got stronger and stronger. And Covid made things more complicated and even harder. Gregory missed me in the USA and my German family wanted solutions for German (financial and emotional) questions, And I could not satisfy neither Gregory nor the Germans,

When things moved on with the legal proceedings re me moving to the USA, I started to tune my law firm  down. Slowly but surely I accepted less cases, got rid of unnecessary stuff and sorted things out, to eventually move. There were hundred of legal questions. Let me assure you, it is not an easy thing to have a running law firm and intending to move away. But I somehow managed. And found solutions for everything.

I was determined to make it happen. And I made it happen. A few weeks ago I had my interview at the general consulate in Frankfurt. It went well. 2 small papers were still missing, but the case managed actually congratulated me already. He was all like: "Congratulations. Welcome to the USA."

I forwarded the 2 missing papers to the consulate, and started selling all my private belongings. I gave away stuff, sold stuff, threw away stuff and ended up with pretty much 2 suitcases full of items that I would take with me to Gregory in my new life. Nothing else.

I told clients that I am leaving soon, contacted colleagues and made deals with them to take over my running cases that I cant finish myself anymore, due to me leaving on 9/14/2020. I even managed, with the help of a reader of this blog, to make a big dream come true by getting a business class ticket for my one way flight to the USA. My motto was: "Flying business class into my new life". :-)

A few days ago the consulate asked for one more paper, which I sent to them immediately. 

I was expecting to receive my passport with the visa within this week. On Tuesday I thought: It´s getting close now. I hope the passport comes in time for  9/14. 

I was saying good bye to friends, colleagues and acquaintances, my office is empty, my room is empty, everything was ready for the big move.

And yesterday, without any warning and without any explanation I was noticed that my visa has been refused. I have no idea why. No reason was given.

It was a shock, to say the least.

My brain is still asking me: Is this really happening? Is this really true? 

And unfortunately it is true.

I am here in Germany now with just a few clients left, no belongings, no office rooms, and no idea how to proceed. I dont even know where I am gonna stay in the future. My office rooms are about to be rented out, my sister has canceled her rental apartment and is about to move in my room, my clients and colleagues think I will be living in the USA soon and instead I am here in Germany without any job, any plan or any hope.

My passport is still at the general consulate, therefore I cant even take the flight on 9/14 to travel to see Gregory for a few weeks at least. 

And who knows what disadvantages it will bring on the border, if the border agents see that my immigrant visa has been refused. It´s all a nightmare.

I have no idea what the legal possibilities are to "fight" the decision to refuse the visa, but I guess there there wont be a quick fix.

In sum: I am devastated. I am so shocked, I am not even crying anymore.