Death always registers with me in a profound way. While we were at DomCon in New Orleans, we joined in a kink parade up and down the public streets, celebrating our joy in diversity and, thanks to Mistress Cyan, Ms. Simone Justice, and the event organizers, carrying pictures of beloved fellow kinksters who had shrugged off this mortal coil and departed us all too soon. It was a beautiful way to pay tribute and remember them, and I felt it very deeply.
This popped into my Twitter feed this morning…
I have no idea who she was. I have never met her in person. But the end of a human life always gives me pause. In scrolling down her twitter feed I stopped cold. Frozen, staring at this woman’s own words from just two days before…
I can only assume the help she begged for never arrived. How f%^king sad. How very, very sad that we let a precious life slip through our all too busy fingers. Because whatever help she might have gotten was too little and too late.
“It is with great sadness…”
Yes, I am sad for her, but I am even more sad for all of us. I don’t presume to speak for anyone but myself, but what a call to action. To love the ones around me as hard as I can. To let them know frequently how much I value them, that I’m always here to help when they need help, that I hear them when they cry out.
Laila, whomever you were and where ever you are now, know that your passing caused a ripple that expanded outwards and touched me. I hope I can continue that ripple outwards to the people I know and love and make their lives just a little better… in memory of you.
Rest in Peace.
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Whoa Brett…I never expected the ended. Well weitten but a sad story. Kink is not a fix, is it? People have dark places kink or not. Ive dealt with way too many deep dark places in my people thru the years…and in my family. I hope those around her have peace…and her passing can be a wakeup to thrm and all of us. Again, thank you for writing it and the call to us all so eloquently.