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.
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.
All freckles and farmer’s tan…. no airbrush, no photoshop, no filter or fancy lighting.