Lex(139)

“What do you mean, nuh-uh? Silly Princess.” I spurt a brief laugh, smiling ear-to-ear. I’ve been doing that since I woke up this morning. It’s hard not to smile when you’re sublimely happy.

“Daddy doesn’t call me Princess. You do.”

“Ah, well, ya caught me. Daddy just texted and is checking in. So is Lincoln.”

Apparently, when my hot boyfriend got himself to work today, he decided to contact Lincoln about Chelsea and what happened yesterday in regards to her, not sure why it is any of Lincoln’s business, unless I’m the one informing him. Especially since, he’s been pestering me all morning, in the sweet, unobtrusive, Lincoln sort of way. If I had told him myself, this wouldn’t be happening. Now he’s immoderately worried and checking on me every ten minutes. No joke.

Speaking of the devil, my phone is buzzing in my hand. I’ve hardly had a moment to sit it down. Between Gage and Lincoln, it’s been incessantly buzzing nonstop. It’s nice to be loved. What it isn’t is productive, not when I’m already behind on the workload I plan to trudge through today.

Lincoln: I’m out with the dog, keeping an ear to the ground. Trying to pick up on anything Chelsea might have gossiped about during her breakfast this morning at McDonalds with her girlfriends.

The fact that he knows where she’s having breakfast is disturbing enough. I love him, dearly, but he has to let me live my life and stop worrying himself sick.

Me: Stop worrying Lincoln. If it gets out, it gets out. It’s my fault I blabbed in front of her. Not yours.

Lincoln: You should be allowed to speak about it with anyone and they not bat a damn eyelash.

Sweet, naïve, handsome, Lincoln. In a perfect world that would be true. In a perfect world, no one would go hungry. Children wouldn’t be abused. Gays and lesbians would be allowed to marry legally. And people like me, with Gender Identity Disorder would be accepted in society. But it’s not a perfect world, people do starve, abuse does happen and is a topic many people are afraid to speak about. Gays and lesbians can’t marry legally according to federal law. Those and a hundred different things make this world an imperfect place. No matter how any people are arrested, no matter how many cans of food you donate, it’s always going to be a world of prejudice and pain. It’s with that sadness that we must overcome and take in the bright side of life. To steer ourselves and our children away from those miseries and educate people on lifestyles that a hundred years ago were never even spoken about. World peace might be a thing of fantasy. But equality amongst peers both gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender, African American, Hispanic, Asian, Caucasian, and everything in-between, is possible. One day when Emma is a mommy herself, I pray that her children or her children’s children live in that kind of world.

But in the world, that I live in now is not one of openness for people like me. Chelsea does pose a threat. However, I can’t live my life in fear, worrying about her and what she will or won’t do. I will do as I always have, take life as it comes. Alright that’s enough of the heavy. God knows I could go on another five hours about my thoughts of the world. As I am sure, most of you can do as well.

Me: That’s a great dream, Lincoln. Just not the reality we live in. I’m fine though. Don’t worry about me, or her. If she does it…she does. I have no one to blame but myself. Just have fun with the pup and text me later with good news. Maybe even a little BDSM 411. Whatever that may be.

If I know Lincoln, like I think I do. That little strategically rendered comment will preoccupy him.

Bingo!

Lincoln: BDSM 411? Do you need your head examined? Whips, chains and anal plugs are not a topic I would like to discuss with you.

Me: Oh…why not? You seem okay with getting involved with my life. Why shouldn’t I be more in tuned with yours and what colorful fuckery my best friend partakes in? Doing my friendly due diligence. Lol.

Lincoln: Funny, ha-ha. No master talk for you.

Now this is getting really good! It’s fun giving him a taste of his own medicine.

Me: Master talk? Do you seriously make your subs call you master?! OMG! Lincoln!! Spill!!!

Lincoln: I’m saying goodbye now. I’ll talk to you later tonight. Love you.

Me: NO!!! Tell me Elias!!!

Lincoln: Pulling out the big guns are we? Using my first name. Must be really serious. I’ll give you three questions. That is all. Then I will text you later on today. I am just looking out for you, I hope you know that.

Me: I do. Question 1. Do your subs really call you master?

Lincoln: Yes. I can’t believe you’ve never asked me that before. Why the sudden interest?