The second half of my Trip
I am sitting in Jim's Restaurant watching the life on Mission St stroll by, reminiscing over my trip. This restaurant is like many road side diners of the 50's. Wood paneling on the walls, dark faux wood enameled tabletops and the speckled coffee cups with the brown accents on the rim of the cup and saucer. A pillar of photographs of the staff, regulars, and their families through the years next to the register.
I am surrounded by the love from my Leather family, and am in a blissful state of peace. I have been this contentedly happy many times in my life and am appreciating it's frequency. I have been in this state of mind often on this trip, and since bottoming for the trampling demo with many boots and heels on my body. The evening ended with a sanctifying ritual of my Leather name, of me.
I am Sythen.
The embodiment of the divine Goddess within. A sadomasochistic perfection of the masculine, feminine, sexual, and spiritual being that I am.
I am free, and I always will be.
I am surrounded by the love from my Leather family, and am in a blissful state of peace. I have been this contentedly happy many times in my life and am appreciating it's frequency. I have been in this state of mind often on this trip, and since bottoming for the trampling demo with many boots and heels on my body. The evening ended with a sanctifying ritual of my Leather name, of me.
I am Sythen.
The embodiment of the divine Goddess within. A sadomasochistic perfection of the masculine, feminine, sexual, and spiritual being that I am.
I am free, and I always will be.