There are few times when I am stopped dead in my tracks, these days. And that’s not to say that what I see no longer has the meaning or effect on me that it once did.
It’s more to say that I’ve seen a lot in the years I’ve been a part of this community of ours – from my own personal and private experiences to more public ones like at munches and conventions.
But every now and then, something comes along that brings me to a screeching halt in whatever I’m doing. I stop typing on my laptop or stop scrolling through endless amounts of postings and bloggings on sites like Twitter and Tumblr.
I’ve written about that scenario depicted in more stories than I can remember, at this point. In a dramatically less open manner, I have engaged in doing this with … someone … when out-n-about.
It is at the very heart of so many thoughts, so many fantasy that are dreamed of becoming reality. But there has always been something about this scenario that always kept it realistic only as a fantasy.
Whether it was the struggle between being open-n-happy with one’s self as opposed to being so open that we were thrusting our wishes on others … or if it was a debate about the damage that could be done to the community when someone was so bold as to go so absolutely public with it … or if it was a debate about whether or not the picture was photo-shopped, there has always been something that harbored its greatest pleasure in the fantasy realm only.
And while I understand and agree with the above concerns, I’m happy in knowing that, despite everything, that picture still holds the essence of the Daddy-n-BabyGirl dynamic in my heart.
But wait! There’s one more thing about this!
When showing this picture to an attendee at a recent L.L.A.M.A. munch, I was informed that there are establishments in the Pacific Northwest that are extremely lifestyle-friendly and that such a sight wouldn’t be shocking in a great many places up there.
I was quite surprised by that, but suddenly had the urge to see the Pacific Ocean for the first time in my life, via Oregon – as it turns out.