It feels like I’ve been hiking my whole life, yet very little of that has happened in the tradition place most people imagine when they hear that word. Last weekend my girlfriend, my lover, my hot butch leather Daddy went hiking in the woods, the traditional way. And I was in the city lamenting that I was not able to take in the changing color of autumn leaves by her side. The following day I had an epiphany about hiking and stopped my lamentations and replaced it with gratitude.
I have lived my life in the concrete jungles of the world. The modern cities of our world, sometimes grimy, unpleasant, and challenging. There is a lot of hiking that happens in these cities and thankfully not all of it is tough and hard, but some of it is brilliant, vibrant, and inspiring. On Sunday Daddy and I were in the city exploring, on a mission to find body jewelry that met both our satisfaction. Walking north on Broadway we came across an exhibit with displays spaced out over many blocks. I stop at the first one not knowing there would be more and like a tourist or an unabashed New Yorker I rush up and ask her to take a picture. As we kept moving up Broadway I would find a new figure, color, design, pattern to fall in love with more than the previous one. As we walk along I say to my Daddy, “This is why I love this city. Every day is an opportunity for a new adventure.” I may miss the colors of the autumn leaves changing, but the city gave me her own vibrant, unique changing of colors as we hiked along her concrete paths.
This morning I am reminded of other hikes, the type most don’t think about and the kind most people usually don’t share stories about. The hikes where one must lift them self up, find the strength to move one step forward, face everything and rise. I think of times we cross paths with others and then we show who we are… will you hoist another up? Will you share your water, give them your shoulder to lean on, or carry them the distance when they struggle? These are the long hard hikes, where perseverance, determination, and loyalty are born. These are the hikes where character forms. Who are you and who will you become?
One of the things I love about NYC is that there are so many fun and interesting things to do all year long in public spaces. The city parks, libraries, and museums all year long host a slew of activities that are free for city folk to quench their thirst for fun, educational, and cultural things to do. Last night in Bryant Park near mid-town Manhattan, was the last movie of the Summer Film Festival. Bryant Park is one of my favorite parks and I was very committed to making it to this last summer event with my friend Jenny. It was a great night, the weather was perfect with a cool breeze, no mosquitos, and the Bank America building changing colors once night fell made a nice back drop.
Jenny and I met over a year ago at the NY Female sub/slave Forum, and we made plans to meet up at the park around 6:15ish. I’ve made a few really good friends over the past couple of years from the few all female s-type groups here in the city. I was very happy to have Jenny’s company. We’re both single in the city and we’re near the same age, so Back to the Future is a classic 1980’s film for us. The obvious coolness is that we are now in the “future” travel date shown in the movie! One of the other dates shown in the movie is November 5, 1955 and I have a friend who was born on that date. Anyway the Great Lawn at Bryant Park was packed! Luckily I got there a little earlier than Jenny and even though we were too late to find space on the great lawn, I managed to grab us some chairs just to the side of the lawn. When Jenny got there we thought about trying to squeeze into a space on the lawn. Jenny is a native NY’er and I was going to send her to do the dirty work of getting us a space. We decided not to sit on the lawn though, because we wouldn’t have been able to lay down, worried our backs would end up hurting, so we thought it was better to sit in the chairs with a back rest. The chairs were a good idea, but the location not so much. It’s a learning experience, but the chairs we picked bordered the perimeter and were roped together and not movable. It turned out that directly in front of us was the walking path and we had to deal with people constantly walking in front of us and blocking the view. Jenny really had it with those people. I on the other hand was very annoyed by people stepping on my shoe and a couple times on my toes. At some point I got the brilliant idea to kick anyone who stepped on my toes. I started saying loudly to passerby’s, “If you step on my feet I’ll kick you!” Some guy not paying any attention did step on my foot and yes I kicked him. Okay other than that we had a great time… Well actually the kicking threats were a little fun and even the revenge kicks were a little fun too. Jenny put up with me although she definitely did not encourage me… The movie was great, the crowd cheered, laughed, and roared!