Honestly, most girls reading this aren’t dumb.
I’ve talked to enough followers to know that he majority of girls that read this blog aren’t stupid. Often they’re above average intelligence, at least as far as book-smarts go. At least for the girls I’ve talked to, it’s not stupidity that brings them here, it’s anxiety.
Tell me if this sounds familiar to you. You’re a smart girl. You work hard to meet the expectations that were placed on you. You succeed more often than you fail. You have a lot that you should be proud of, but you don’t feel proud and you don’t see yourself as a success. You’re getting older but you don’t feel like you’re growing up. The expectations and responsibilities that you’re faced with feel like they’re growing faster than you are. You’ve done what you were told you wanted to do and you are who you were told you wanted to be, but you’re still anxious, you don’t have the confidence you need, and you’re just fucking exhausted of trying to be the girl you’re supposed to be every single day.
So you escape.
You escape into fantasies of being too stupid to have any expectations; to get the kind of patronizing and benevolent assistance with every little part of your life that you wish you were allowed to want. You escape into fantasies of aggression and dominance where you’re nothing but a toy without choices or responsibility. You escape into fantasies of sexual exploitation where your body is your only currency and you’re rewarded for being a vapid sex object that can indulge in all the superficial pleasures of life that you love but you’re meant to be above.
You escape to a life that’s pretty, easy, and small because your can’t cope with your life that’s messy, real, and way too big.
You know all this but you can’t say it out loud because you don’t want to consider the fact that you’re not the person you tell yourself you are. As long as this is just a “fantasy” for you then you can leave these questions behind when you log off. But here’s the thing - you’re not who you think you are, and you’re not the vapid submissive sex kitten you escape to either. The real you is somewhere between the two, and that’s a person you don’t know yet. Not a dumb whore, but not a fully formed independent person either. But you should go out and find her, because she’s happier than you are.
oh god
