Pleasure Prints Blog Tour: Guest Da'Kharta Rising

Hello Awesome Visitors!

Thank you for joining me during the Pleasure Prints Blog Tour. Today, I am featuring a post by fellow participant and member of the All Authors Family, Da'Kharta Rising. Her contribution to Pleasure Prints is entitled Masato's Zion.

I have invited Masato's Mom to come and speak about whatever she chooses to.

Hello everyone. Normally I would be at work, but I was invited to come and speak. I’m not that well of a speaker. I’m not used to crowds much, so forgive me if I am awkward in this setting.

I’m not sure what I’m supposed to say here. Should I talk about how the author made me so insignificant she couldn’t give me an actual name but merely my role in Masato’s life? Should I discuss how I was a mere eye blink while my husband took the majority of the stage? Should I lament on how this very presentation trickles into all areas of my life?

Okay … here goes everything.

I don’t like being handled in an insignificant manner. I do very relevant things. I do my part to contribute to the household. I didn’t even fuss when I had to work part time when my husband’s mechanic shop experienced a slump. He got me accustomed to a certain lifestyle and I didn’t want to lose it. Plus, it was also nice being out in the world. At times, I forgot what it was like, often moving to the rhythm of a demanding husband and a moody son.

Demanding may be a bit too strong of a word. He is particular about what he wants, what he needs, and how he likes things. I have to walk a balanced tightrope. If anything is out of whack, circumstances get a bit toxic, depending on the offense. I have become better with remembering, staying the course. 

Masato. At times, I feel like I’m just his vessel—only suited to bring him into the world but not actually his mother. Masato’s always been different, well advanced for his age. I am always amazed because I’m not “the sharpest tool in the shed”. How could I give birth to a being so superior? It almost adds to my shroud of inferiority.

My mother always told me the end game was to secure a man who could provide and protect and bear him children. I have the man. I have the child. Unfortunately, Masato’s the only child. I had complications during the childbirth. I even have the ideal house and the picket fence. Only thing missing is the dog, but I hate animals.

Yet, I feel as if I’m lacking. That didn’t come into fruition until I started working my part time job. The single ladies seem to have more fun. Very carefree. No one to answer to. I reach into my memory, to conjure up a semblance of what it’s like. It scares me that I cannot remember. Was I always addicted to the feeling of being someone’s so-and-so because it’s too difficult to make my own identity?

See, I told you I was a lousy subject. I traveled on a tangent but don’t know how to get back to the starting point.

I just find myself with my head in the clouds, being the architect of a life that I can deal with, even if it’s not others’ reality. I’ll just close with that. Thanks for having me.

You are quite welcome. Be sure to check out "Masato's Zion" as well as other works in Pleasure Prints, coming soon to a retailer near you.

Until next time,