I hate, hate, hate that the notion of the ‘infallible Dom’ continues to be perpetuated.
While I understand the message that lays here, it’s portrayed in a very twisted way that suggests something entirely unattainable.
Look, I’m a submissive. I get what it means to want someone to lead, to guide, to be a source of strength and direction. In fact, my entire sexual identity revolves around the concept!
But that does not for a second imply that I’m some weak little girl looking for someone to give my life meaning or to be the pillar of strength I’m lacking in myself. By no means does my submission imply that I’m some void of strength looking for another to fill that void.
Because, just like you, I’m human. I have problems and struggles all my own, just like you.
I can’t look to another person to be an infallible and relentless wealth of strength, just like you can’t be that for me or anyone else.
And this isn’t just about me, this isn’t just about how I’m affected by this idea, this is something I’ve seen people influenced by time and time again.
Too many times I’ve had to reassure Dominant men [which is what I’m familiar with, though I’m sure this idea is something that affects all persons who identify as Dominant, regardless or sexual or gender orientation] that by showing emotion or having an off day they haven’t tainted their image as a Dominant.
If Dominance was measured in something as unstable and ridiculous as upholding an allusion of having every fiber of your being together at all times, I’d honestly want no part of it.
I don’t need someone to present themselves as someone who has everything together at all times, because I’m a real person who seeks relationships with other real, live persons.
If I wanted a performance, I’d go see one.|
Instead, I want someone who can be strong when I can’t be, or strong in ways that compliment my insecurities and fears.
Instead, I want someone who knows how to reassure and take care of me just like I take care of them. I want someone who views me as their equal and lets me piece them back together the same way they they’ve super-glued my weakest spots in the past. I love that, in one of my current relationships, we’re able to switch off-I’m able to fall apart and have my moment of weakness and look to him to help remind me of what I’m really like…and then he’ll have his turn. The transition is always seamless, but the support is mutual and affirming for both of us-without either one of us looking weak or bursting any bubbles about what our assigned roles should be.
I don’t need an actor. I don’t need someone superhuman.
I just need someone who needs me just as much-not more, not less-as I need them.
Oh hey tumblr it’s been a while and I kinda missed you but also kinda not. I forgot my password and was too lazy to reset it but I finally just did so hey what’s up? Time to be super extra un-productive.
today my professor told me
every cell in our entire body
is destroyed and replaced
every seven years.
how comforting it is to know
one day I will have a body
you will have never touched.
Goodbye Minnesota, I can’t say I’m gonna miss you and your cold weather! (I’ll miss the people tho) (at Gate H9)
I’d *hate* to be at gate H8.
Princess Fashion, Higor Sousa
i would honestly wear the shit outta that jasmine dress
someone who isn’t going to do what you asked