As
it draws to a close, I think about all the things
that have come to pass in this year. I consider the
many changes in my life, views about different
things, and ideas. I think about belief sets, and
what they mean to some people. And I am not
displeased. It has not been an easy year... no, far
from it actually. It has had it's share of hardship,
trials, scorn, mockery, disappiontment and pain. On
the other hand, there have been strong friendships
developed with a select few men, rewarding
relationships
I
was adding some writings to one of my websites,
I stopped to re-read one of them, that was
written by the slave of one of my close friends here.
As I read it, I found the words of his girl screaming
out "I am a slave, and it is all I can
be". I read great happiness and fulfillment
in her words, highlighted here and there with the
pain of being a true slave, the acceptance of the
fact that she is only a slave, and she is to be
pleasing to her her master, and to men. She spoke of
such things as doing the mundane tasks of everyday
life