I hate to say it, maybe just because of how much fun and joy and happiness this blog was for me, but this is going to be the explanation to why I may never truly blog from here again.
When I started it a while back, I just wanted to know what dd/lg was since I’d look up cute choker necklaces and suddenly see “dd/lg” in the title on etsy or looking up cute fluff on here and seeing “daddy” smut instead. It was leaking into my other interests and, once I decided to open the door and explore, I found myself relating a lot to the sfw little side.
“Why leave then, Kitty?” you may ask, but I’ve decided to do this for several reasons. One, the upkeep for this blog happens more than the actual fun of the posting. Me complaining about blogs that post adult content or fending off all of these pervy creeps that don’t know how to take a fucking hint - it’s exhausting, especially almost daily for months on end. It’s annoying. It’s draining. It took the joy out of having this blog to me, for the most part.
Two, I don’t want to be involved with this community anymore. Here, it’s not really what anyone has done. I’ve simply just… lost interest. My primary reason to have this blog was to learn and I think I’ve done that to its max capacity.
Third, I’ve been seeing the war between anti-ddlg blogs and ddlg and to say the least, their shit makes a lot of sense. They pointed out things I suppose I knew, but didn’t want to admit to myself. I can color and not be little, I’ve done it before. I can act childlike and want/have a partner take care of me outside of ddlg, I’ve done it before. I can have stuffed animals and love them and not be little, I’ve done it before. You can be little-like and enjoy Disney movies and drink from your sippy cup and regress (if you do that) and not be little. I think my fear, which other littles may share, comes from going from a place that has this normalized and everyone is like you and you have a community feeling to just being by yourself essentially. Let this be a note you can do whatever the hell you want and as long as you’re happy and you aren’t hurting yourself or others in any way, who the fuck cares? Do it. To get back to my third point, something I’ve come to agree with slowly over the past few weeks, dd/lg does seem to emulate child abuse to me. As a kid who faced great pressure from her parents to succeed academically and got spankings for getting out of line, I can see it. Back then, I would cry for hours and beg and plead and lie and do anything I fucking could to avoid my father’s belt or my mother’s hand. That shit was the worst of the worst and I considered that child abuse since I still don’t have a good relationship with my parents today and that fucked me up forever and I swore to myself, no matter how bad it gets, I better suck it the fuck up and never spank my children. It was traumatic. And now, here, in this place, it felt… normal? Okay? Good, in a way? How the hell to you get me to go from thinking the act of spanking is the biggest sin to do against anything to “yes, daddy, spank me”? I’m perplexed into how I got coaxed into this. It’s not rainbows and sunshine and okay. Just the fact that I even once thought of it as child abuse, I think sure as hell gives it reason to think ddlg emulates that with that practice, among others.
Now, you all know me enough to know that I know there are sfw littles. Ace littles. Sex-repulsed littles. Underaged littles. Just littles who want to be smol and innocent and cute and nothing more. Guys, babies, my sweet, little children, you don’t need to be under that term for that, lovely. I’ve seen some nasty, nasty comments and remarks and threats and so on from the side of the community we don’t associate with. By using the word “little”, sweetheart, baby, you’re putting yourself next to them. You’re saying you’re the same. Don’t put yourself under that umbrella and associate yourself with them. They are disgusting, rude, ignorant assholes (of course, not all, but the ones that are are the ones that ruin it for everyone - and that’s the case in everything, isn’t it?) that are so narrowminded they can’t take words of critisim or a different opinion without getting insecure/defensive and lashing out. Don’t be like that, babies. Don’t put yourself next to that. Birds of a feather flock together. You, my lovely little flower, are probably a cute little sweetheart that just wants to watch Tangled with a sippy, a paci and the one you love and you don’t have to put yourself under “cg/l” for that.
Lastly, I’ve come to realize I’m too much of my own person for this. I’m too “I want to do it by myself” for this. I’m too “don’t fucking tell me what to do” for this. Don’t get me wrong, I was complete and absolute mush for my daddy. I was such putty in his hands, there wasn’t much he could not get me to do and I follow(ed) my rules and bedtime as much as I could adhere to. But, as some of you only partially see, I consider myself a dom/sub switch. Sometimes, I’m all yours. Other times, I want you at my mercy and we’re doing things my way (ofc both of these with the appropriate limits). I’d say, normally, I’m in the middle. I’ll do what I want, but I can be swayed to do this and that. I just - I’ve seen some things some of these “daddies” post and comment and if that’s what this REALLY is, at its absolute core, I’m not down for that shit, bro. At all. “Daddy, I don’t want to anymore! Please stop!” “You do what I tell you to, little girl. I’m the boss.” Stuff like that and that does NOT sit well with me at all. My reaction is ‘who the hell do you think you’re talking to? fuck off, mate’. I get that being a dom means you’re dominant, but that kind of shit is borderline, if not total, rape to me. I’m not down for that. That’s not tolerable and shouldn’t be to anyone. I honestly don’t care how anyone else feels about what I’m about to say, but women, and men because I know they’re out there, and anyone in between or out there, just how do you carry yourself around with pride when you can’t even respect yourself? That’s bull to me. Have some real pride and respect. Don’t let anyone treat you like that or talk to you like that. Period. This goes along with that humiliation kink, too, which I don’t understand at all. How the hell do you get off on degrading someone and saying shit that makes them feel less than human? And then afterwards, feel like cuddling them and whispering sweet nothings and bathing them for a little makes that all okay? It doesn’t, at least not to me. That’s literally so close to domestic abuse and I don’t even fucking dare go near that, not that I even would in the first place. My standards and pride and respect for myself and my body wouldn’t let me.
So, my points may have drifted and teetered a bit off topic, but I hope you were able to get my drift before my rambling started. Overall, this really, really isn’t for me. Some aspects might be, but I’m 16 and a virgin and I don’t plan on changing the latter soon so I won’t know for a while. but yeah. This is why dd/lg isn’t looking so hot to me anymore. If you’re a follower of mines and you want to keep up with me and my whereabouts, shoot me an ask first and I’ll see if I can hook you up with the blog I moved to. It’s a different aesthetic type from this blog, but I like it and if you liked me and this blog right here, you might like that one, too. Please don’t hesitate to ask if you really want it. I know I usually post my asks, but those responses I’ll reply privately to so don’t worry about being posted in front of anyone.
Anything else I post here will probably be responses to asks that I’m totally ready for and, well, ultimately won’t matter since I’m gonna be leaving this blog. I love you guys, most of you are great people, and I truly, honestly, and wholeheartedly wish you nothing but love, happiness and freedom. Take care of yourselves. I’ll catch you later.
With love,
Kitty Taylor xo
