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Wizards of the Coast has written to its employees to warn that unionizing could mean staff "end up with more, the same …

WotC trying to union bust, in case you needed another reason to kick D&D and Magic to the curb.

But does anyone really expect any better? Remember when they sicced actual Pinkertons on people who reported on their fuckup with prerelease packs?

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Worth the Mess

Introduction: what follows is a serialized set of scene reports, essays, and musings about the dynamic my Owner and I have built together. Doesn't start the spiciest, but I think it's foundations like this that allow me to feel safe doing the kind of edgeplay I enjoy.

Chapter 1

The first time He visited has faded into the patina of our life together, but parts of it will stay with me forever. When I first met Him, I wasn't doing very well. I had become disabled for the first time in my life for most of the year before I met Him, and by the time He came into my life I things were pretty much falling apart. I had lost access to my car because I had moved frequently enough that keeping up with paperwork became challenging, I had been burning through relationships with folks I cared about, and when it felt like I had nothing left to lose, I lost my job. I ended up buying a ticket to the event where I met Him with my last paycheck.

Our first interactions bled all that away . I found Him playing the piano while I carried my guitar into the main gathering area. The last year, my body, the challenges the future held, all of them were carried away by hours of music. We stayed good friends, for awhile and that was all it was. That was all I was ready for. Not that it was all I wanted. As the next con approached, I felt energized by several new people in my life and several new opportunities to claw back the kind of life I was used to. It wasn't just Him, but the community I found gave me the tools and confidence I needed to know that I could be as successful in the rest of my life as I had been in my kink life. I got a job I was happy with and my personal life seemed on the upswing. It's part of what encouraged me to apply to teach at Charmed for my first time attending, which was an absolute blast and reminded me why I love teaching so much.

But days were still spent playing catchup, picking up the pieces of the bad choices I made, and a string of bad luck. To a large extent, I still am. And that is where I was when He decided to visit for a weekend. Scattered and disheveled with a long way to go to being the woman I once was, if I'd ever be her again. And when I picked him up from the airport, He got in the car and immediately started apologizing for how dirty the car was - the front seat was a mess and there was barely space to sit let alone drop bags.

Without hesitation, He gets in, buckles the seat belt, and says to me,

"You're worth the mess."

It wasn't just words either. Whether it was unpacking my things with me (only 4 months after I moved in!) or taking me aside from conversations when He saw I had things to say but couldn't express them, He made sure to know I was paying attention. I was losing my train of thought more than I used to and more than I do now. And He helped me remember the things I was saying. He helped me recognize that even though things were bad, they were better than they had been in awhile. Good even. That I could even be described as happy.

Kink isn't therapy - knowing the difference is a core tenant of how we structure our play to keep ourselves and others safe. But that doesn't mean kink can't make our lives better in real ways. Him being in my life didn't fix it, and He certainly didn't fix it for me. But He was a big reason I wanted to. He gave me the chance to explore things, even though things in my life weren't perfect. I couldn't fix everything at once, but waiting till things were perfect wouldn't have been right for me. Knowing someone thought that about me, that *He* thought, no, thinks I'm worth the mess. It reminds me of the reasons I think that too. The reasons He saw from the getgo. In fact I think the fact that I engaged with Him through music and kink and *only* at times when the best of me was on display. I didn't feel that all the time, or even most of the time. But He saw me, all of me, and loved it, even when I didn't like it myself. My life hasn't always been a struggle and don't believe it will always have to be. And for my part, actively performing those as if it weren't, knowing I could be myself again, however briefly, gave me fire to keep working towards whatever healing will look like for me.

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