I've got this good friend, PowerFlower. She's sort of miraculous. She embraced kink later in her life, and jumped in with both feet. She's a brilliant artist, has a kind heart, and a filthy mouth in the best way.
She loves many of the same things I do, including spanking, philosophy in general, diapers, Alan Watts philosophy specifically, and grabbing life hard with both hands and not ever letting the fuck go of it.
Life has a funny way of getting in between good friendships, and Flower and I lost touch with one another about a year ago. The other day we reconnected, and shared what we have going on in our lives. Our friendship opened up, like a sunflower, and as we talked on the phone it was like no time had passed at all. It felt so damn good to reconnect.