So, I’m independent now, you guys. I started out independent, I got fed up with being independent, I went to a fetish house, I got tired of the fetish house, and now I feel like I have a new lease on life.
Initially, I wasn’t intending to be fully independent this early on; I intended to test the waters of independence, see how I liked them, and go from there. The problem: when I posted a fairly innocuous, vanilla-targeted advertisement which mentioned in passing that I welcome fetishes and fantasies, it got a lot of attention. And because the world of Chicago fetish is what it is, a lot of the attention it attracted came from the established clientele of Dolorous Delights. This would have been all well and good–until a few of those clients decided my boss needed to know about my ad.
I hadn’t been actively hiding my independent activities from Mimi, but I also didn’t see why she needed to know. I was using a different name and pictures I’d paid for on an ad that I’d also paid for. I didn’t see it as competition, but when several clients emailed her about my ad, Mimi did not agree with me.
When she asked to speak with me, I suspected it was about my advertisement. I didn’t expect her to be too upset about it; I thought she was just going to ask what was up. I was wrong. Mimi was very, very upset. Despite the fact that it seemed clear to me that my ad was targeted towards an entirely different demographic than the official ads posted for the dungeon, the fact that I mentioned being fetish friendly was sufficient for Mimi to see me as competition, if not particularly threatening competition. I was mildly upset. While I’d been considering leaving on my own terms if my independent career went well, I hadn’t tested independence out as thoroughly as I’d hoped.
Despite this, I wasn’t about to grovel. I explained that while I felt my ad was targeted to a sufficiently different demographic from the official dungeon ads as to not be competition, that was ultimately up to her to decide. I’d stay if she’d have me, I said, but if she felt it best to fire me, I wasn’t going to fight her. I’m not sure if the outcome would have been different had I begged or cried–I probably would still be at Dolorous Delights–but I guess Mimi interpreted my apathetic response to be an expression of my desire to be entirely independent.