I have spent a lot of today talking about how it is single’s awareness day, or as someone pointed out to me “Happy SAD!”

The fact is well known that I don’t have a romantic partner, which means I spend many a night longing for touch, yearning for cuddles, wishing for kissing, and desiring the company of another.

This day reminds me of what I don’t have. But as the day goes on, I realize I have a hell of a lot of loves, sometimes too many to count or even remember on a daily basis. It’s overwhelming in fact. So many of them live so far away, and I wish I could be with them, holding them, hugging them, looking into their eyes to tell them just how much I love them.

Every morning, I send a text to My Queen. Sometimes it is long, sometimes it is just three emojis.

😺💜👸🏼

It is a simple way to say Catsuit loves his Queen.

My Queen is my best friend, my platonic partner, the one I love, the one I gladly bottom to, the one I would do anything for, my first, my last, my all. For many that would be enough. She has another that is her romantic partner, and I know that she and I will never be that because that is not what we are.

Then there is the Bunny. She lives in Florida. She tells me things straight. She is my voice of reason but my heart goes to her and wants everything for her. She has another, and he is a great guy, but I still have so much love for her.

The closest thing I have to a play partner is a wonderful switch who exchanges beautiful loving energy with me. We play and I am so happy when we do. She has a beautiful husband who I love as well. They have each other, and I am happy to share space with both of them.

There is Jean. When she tells me she loves me, I am sent skyward. She has a full pack but will welcome me in from time to time. I don’t think she realizes how much she means to me, just for simply accepting me.

There is my love who is in transition herself. She is figuring out where she is in the world, but she knows I love her so very much and wish we could be closer, but I will forever cheer for her to find where she wants to be, even if it will never be with me.

Izzy is a love, but not my love. She has her partners, and while I hold a special place with her, I know where that place is. I am thankful for every beautiful word she shares with me and when we get together, it is magic and lovely.

My Muse is one of my newest loves, and the one that I long to spend more time with. She came into my life unexpectedly and when we met, something sparked. I appreciate her for all that she is and genuinely hope we will share a special space when I can get up north.

My loves in the land know who they are. Each holds a special place for me and only distance separates our being together. Because of that distance, words are what we have, but when we are together, there is beauty in the embrace.

The beautiful young women of the Sanctum… those who are so kind to me and see me. Yes, I have love for them. And you know who you are.

The Goddesses, one near, one far. They give me hope, they give me space, they guide me and I am grateful.

In my old home state is the one person who actually sent me a Valentine’s Day card. We have spent only a little time together, but there is something there, and I will hold that place for her.

There is the one who shares my age with me, who taught me so much about this community and was one of the best guests on my podcast ever. One day we will meet and it will be beautiful… full of peacock blue dreams. Alas, she is all the way across the country.

And finally, the two who I hold a torch for, but we travel different paths. One knows that my heart could be captured by her in a minute, but knows that her heart is not ready. The other gave me the greatest gift on my birthday. I will forever love her for the ultimate kindness she bestowed on me, and won’t ever forget.

From Minnesota to California to Florida down every road, at the end of every flight, from 100 to 2500 miles away, there is love. There is plenty of it for me.

In Canada, there is a couple who is the model of my dreams. She loves her spandex outfits as a heroine or villain and her husband dresses in his superhero finest. They love sliding all over each other and all the romance that goes with it. They share their kink in all the ways I love. I wrote to her today and said thank you for allowing me to visualize the dream.

Eight years of Single’s Awareness Days, dreaming and longing for my Valentine to appear. I just hope that when she does, she is wearing a red catsuit. There is always hope.

If you have a love – cherish them. Treat them well. Remember how fortunate you are that you have each other. Be honest. Be kind.

If you are celebrating “SAD” with me, may you feel seen and loved, even if I have not met you, because I cheer for you. I want you to find your joy – your love – your significant other – your priority.

Because everyone deserves love. I am happy I can give and receive so much.

With much love to you.