Life of a Kept Woman

I want to chronicle this particular niche - a woman being well cared for by a man for no other reason than it fulfills them both.

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Location: San Francisco Bay Area, California, United States

In 2001, I stopped working and focused on having the most pleasurable and fulfilling life possible. Today, I have succeeded my wildest expectations. A “kept woman” is a woman who is being supported comfortably by a man for reasons having nothing to do with marriage, children, or sex. We are intelligent women, who know there is more to life than proving yet again we can do it just as well as men. We are choosing lives of comfort and service, but only to the extent that it pleases us. The men who support us do so because they see it as their best move for a rich life with a partner who can create a lifestyle based on having the best of what life has to offer for them both. The best is everything from cocktails at sunset to cycling together mid-day to serving the poor.

Friday, July 29, 2005

Havingness

In May, I decided that I wanted to reclaim one of our downstairs bedrooms and bring in a live-in housekeeper. It seemed like one of those nearly impossible visions at the time. No one in my circle of friends had done it. Zoe thought it was a great idea, but I could tell she was a little skeptical since she didn't really have a picture for it. As for me, I had an intense desire to not be tied to the house and our care and feeding. I wanted to spend more time pursuing my clairvoyant program but I didn't want our lifestyle to suffer because of it.

Just like all visions I've had in the past, I just started talking about it to people who I thought could understand it and contribute some of their ideas and imagination. The idea slowly began taking shape. Careful to keep it safe from naysayers, it grew quietly in our minds.

In June, I decided to focus on my space of havingness, to take it up a notch, to create a space in which miracles could occur. I began with my first chakra and almost immediately my lower back blew out. Excruciating pain insued and for weeks, I could only comfortably stand or lay down. Sitting for more than a few minutes was cause for crushing muscle spasms. For a couple weeks, I looked and felt like hell. Nonetheless, I kept working the energy. I never stopped meditating. Even as I lay on my bed trying not to move, I knew it was just part of the journey.

Around week 3 , the clouds began to part. George was offered a large bonus from his employer and a regular monthly salary. It was such a generous surprise that we had to leave our home for a couple hours just to take it all in. My mother also sent me a large check for my birthday. I had made a birthday want list in the beginning of June, and suddenly it started to look like I could actually have the things on it. In the meantime, I had begun advertising for a housekeeper. I envisioned this as a role in our household where someone would clean and cook dinner for us Monday through Friday along with a few other occasional activities like party prep and clean-up. In exchange, they would receive free room and some board and our attention on them having a good life.

By the fourth week, I was celebrating my birthday in grand style - spa days, pedicure parties, a surprise birthday cake and celebration at Cabro, and cocktails and dancing at the Top of the Mark in SF. It was a whirlwind to behold. The best part about it was that it became the asigned author for so many of my friends to treat themselves to special adventures as well.

Momentum was definitely building. My back was still shakey with occasional pasms at the end of the day. In the following week, we made an offer to a young 20 year old massage student, named Alisha, to fill our housekeeping position which she happily accepted. One of the conditions was for her to take Basic Sensuality which she also happily accepted. It turned out to be a stroke of brilliance because not only was she able to get instructed in the basic tenets of our lifestyle, she also really enjoyed the class and the people of the Morehouse community. I also had a freak accident in our office at the beginning of this week. No less than 4 ribs were dislocated. Because our normal chiropractor was out of town, I had to go find a new one who turned out to be the answer to our quest to find a new chiropractor.

In the 6th week, after waiting for over 4 months we finally got to go to the UC Davis sport medicine clinic to get a bike fitting for our tandem. It was an awesome experience. They spent over 3 hours with us doing peddling analysis, going over a fitness regime, and adjusting our bike and shoes. George even got to have his knee examined by a sport physician. It was an incredible experience, worth every penny. Also by this time it was becoming clear that we had really scored with Alisha. Not only was she making was phenomenally good meals, she was also a complete treat to have around.

When I look back over everything that happened over the 6 week period, it's wonderous. I had an intention and I cleared out space quickly, though sometimes painfully, to have it. I learned that sometimes it's not enough to just say you want something, you have to intend to have it. Also, what came to me almost always exceeded my expectations. Today, my back is nearly back to normal, thanks to our new chiro. We're getting regular paychecks again for the first time in a year, and I'm just starting to think . . . what next ;-) .