cookiecat
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I found this on Tumblr from crusoeampersand. Wasn't quite sure where to put it but it struck me as a whole lot of truth.
The picture threads here are fun. After a time, for me, they all blur together. So many pretty bodies. No blood, sweat, tears. Shankara's thread is probably the most honest in terms of real people doing real kink things.
In my marriage, which was D/s, I struggled with being perfect. Legs shaved, perfect holes, housework done, never feeling too tired. As if we lived in a kinky bubble where the outside world didn't touch us.
As I re-enter the D/s dating world at the age of 58, I (once again) struggle with this idea of perfection. How to brush aside the images I'm bombarded with here, on Tumblr, on Fet, on other kink sites. Will I find a guy who loves my tummy as much as he loves my mouth?
Anyways - just wanted to post this someplace. So here it is.
The picture threads here are fun. After a time, for me, they all blur together. So many pretty bodies. No blood, sweat, tears. Shankara's thread is probably the most honest in terms of real people doing real kink things.
In my marriage, which was D/s, I struggled with being perfect. Legs shaved, perfect holes, housework done, never feeling too tired. As if we lived in a kinky bubble where the outside world didn't touch us.
As I re-enter the D/s dating world at the age of 58, I (once again) struggle with this idea of perfection. How to brush aside the images I'm bombarded with here, on Tumblr, on Fet, on other kink sites. Will I find a guy who loves my tummy as much as he loves my mouth?
Anyways - just wanted to post this someplace. So here it is.
crusoesampersand
Bad Sub Struggle
I’m a bad sub.
I’m old. I’m all freckles and farmer’s tan and fleshy bits. My hair is short and I don’t know how to wear makeup. My entire hair and makeup routine in the morning takes 7 minutes. My heels are “cute” Doc Martens.
I’m not a size 2. Nope. I’ve been a size 2…. not so much anymore.
I’m a bad sub because I wear clothes at home. I even wear clothes to cook! I saw a reblogged pic recently where the girl was naked beneath the apron, the pot was empty, no flame, none of the knobs were turned, but she was “stirring” with a spoon…..ugh. I would love to cook in my fantastic kitchen wearing nothing but perfectly applied makeup and an apron. Alas, most days I am cooking wearing steel-toed boots, jeans, a t-shirt with a collared shirt over top and kind of sweaty hair plastered to my face. Hmmm. Ain’t that sexy?
I wear clothes to bed. I live in a house with an elementary school-age child. I wear a nightgown. A nightgown with tiny flowers on it and a bow, my grandma gave it to me. My grandma nightgown does not in any way, shape, or form, stop me from servicing Sir. Somehow I think the flowered, grandma nightgown makes the things we do behind closed doors more decadent, but I don’t see many pictures of models in cotton nightgowns. Oddly, my collar and cuffs still fit the same regardless of what I’m wearing (or not.)
I have opinions. I have opinions that contradict my Sir. I am of a different political party than my Sir. We manage to coexist. I serve Him regardless of who I am voting for.
I realize that Tumblr and Fet are fantasy, but the fantasy is just beyond comprehension. Why is it that all I see are perfect subs? Why is everything I read about perfect D/s dynamics? Apparently, I’m doing something wrong, and have been doing it wrong for a very long time. I don’t look like anything like what exists on Tumblr. I don’t know exactly how to qualify it, but it seems surreal. All I see are models, all I read is how wonderful and easy it is.
Fuck that. Relationships are hard. D/s? Exponentially more challenging.
Tell me you fart.
Tell me you fight.
Don’t tell me how wonderful and “easy” it all is.
I don’t wish ill on anyone, but we struggle. I struggle.
I serve Him, but I resent it sometimes. I don’t wander in uber-dreamy sub-state all the time. It just isn’t real. In the real world, in my real world, I struggle.
I don’t think I’m a bad sub, and neither does my Sir.
Alas, in the perfect fantasy world of Tumblr and Fet I’m a bad sub.
So, I’m a bad sub, and I struggle. I”m okay with that.