Warrior

I LOVE creating content.

I love taking pics. I love shooting videos. I love recording voice clips.

I get off on the fact that a glimpse of Me can cause hearts to beat a little faster, blood to flow a little quicker, and breaths to suddenly hitch.

I recently posted some new pics for My birthday and was deeply moved by the amount of love they received, and now want to give a little bit of the back story, and a peep behind the scenes, of that particular shoot.

2020 was a horrific year for pretty much almost everyone on the planet, and along with the Covid chaos, I was also dealing with My own personal hell.

I hit rock bottom when a day came where I no longer recognised who I was. I didn't look the same, I didn't feel the same, I didn't even smell the same, anymore!

I felt lost, untethered, and completely ravaged. It was as if the very essence of WHO I was and all that made Me, ME was gone forever and I was just a wispy shadow of who I had once been.

(During this very dark time of My life, My Slover sent Me the most beautiful email, which made Me ugly cry because of how loving it was. I shared parts of it on My Twitter account, to remind My followers that there still ARE a lot of REALLY good men out there. Men with integrity. Men with strength and compassion, and to express how grateful I am to be so completely loved and supported by one of them.)

But let Me not digress. If I keep swooning over My Slover and start listing all the reasons I adore him, I'll never get this finished.

So anyway, back to My story. After hitting rock bottom I stayed there for a while. I licked My wounds and just let Myself be still. Time continued to pass, just as it always does, and always will, no matter how much it sometimes feels as though your life is frozen in a particular spot and will stay like that forever.

Meanwhile, 2021 didn't bring any long-term relief to a planet brought to its knees by a global pandemic, and as the months went by, the situation in India started looking pretty grim.

It was some time during the peak of the 2nd wave when horrific news stories about the unfathomable suffering had become the daily norm, that I decided not to celebrate My birthday this year. I wasn't really feeling up to it, and the thought of partaking in any kind of festivities when there was so much devastation all around was abhorrent.

However, there was just ONE thing I wanted to do for My birthday: shoot new pics.

It had been a while since I'd shot any new content, and since My illness had caused Me to lose some weight, I was curious to see how that would come across in My pics. Would I look weak? Would I look better? Would I even look like Myself? I had no intention of uploading the pics, but just wanted to do a shoot for My own morale and to see if I still had it in Me.

Unfortunately, the closer My birthday got, the less it seemed as though I'd be able to accomplish this one thing I REALLY wanted.

Finally, during the wee hours of My birthday, at 4 am on the 29th of May, I started My shoot. I finished just after 6 am, and was pleasantly surprised with the results.

Especially since this shoot was done just a week after a neighbor's tree snapped off during a storm and landed on My roof, causing massive trauma and considerable damage. It was also just 2 days after My period finally stopped. A period that had lasted for 47 days. During the shoot, I was in severe pain and had to take breaks between each shot due to intense back spasms. I was also very weak, which caused My hand to shake while trying to take a selfie.

But I didn't give up. I worked through the pain and the weakness and persevered until I got what I wanted.

To say the pics came out better than I expected would be an understatement, and I was so pleased with the results, that I immediately shared them with My loved ones, and uploaded some online.

WHY am I sharing this?

It's not because I'm feeling sorry for Myself, or because I'm looking for sympathy or validation. Far from it!

The reason I'm sharing this is that it's just one more example of something I repeatedly teach My slaves and devotees; life will sometimes hurl a lot of unpleasant crap your way, and it doesn't matter how often you stumble and fall. It doesn't matter if you hit rock bottom. The only thing that matters is how you respond to the challenges that come your way, and to make sure you dust yourself off, and pick yourself up once again.

I hit rock bottom, and I rose up once again, burning even brighter, like a fucking Phoenix! No matter how many times I fall, I will ALWAYS rise up again and be even better than I was before.

Because I am not a victim of My circumstances.

I'm a fucking Warrior.

And so are you.

I believe in you.