Maybe if you dip the brocoli in chocolate, that would help. I', just trying to help.
I think I might even try that little test. I don't feel the same as some about chololate, but I could do without the little bit that I eat.
In the end...isn't that all that matters?
Maybe if you dip the brocoli in chocolate, that would help. I', just trying to help.
This sounds pretty positive. Good luck!
This sounds pretty positive. Good luck!
Yay! I guess I could sort of say I've been doing that. I've been ignoring people who drive me nuts & waste my time.
Lucky HM! I wish you the best of luck.
I'm having issues (that are completely in my head, incidentally) right now. Trying to decide if posting would help me or just make me feel even more foolish. Silly rabbit...Trix are for kids.
Post away, woman! What else are we here for? I suggest having more than one happy place. hehe
Come on now, Bunny. Let us hear your story.
BiBunny said:
Absolutely not. Hilary neither thrills me nor disgusts me, so I have nothing of substance to say about her.
Well, since y'all asked so nicely.
Ok, so I promised myself after the fiasco with the Domly-type person that I wasn't going to get in another relationship with another Domly-type person. But, six months after the fact, if I'm totally honest with myself, I miss being someone's pet. I miss the simplicity of just doing what I'm told for awhile. I miss having someone to fuss over and worry about and take care of. I tried to fool myself that playing with subs would suffice to fill the empty space, but...not so much. (And, no, gentlemen--I use the term loosely--, this is absolutely not an invitation for you to fill my PM box with "Kneel, bitch" messages.)
The truth is, I've always been able to keep my submissive desires and my painslutty desires separate. The need for pain has never bothered me. I've always just known that it takes pain to get me off. So what? *Shrug* The submissive needs are different, though. I'm afraid of them. They've already gotten me in trouble once.
There are two major fears there. Number one is that I just hate the idea of needing someone that much. I've been there and done that too many times. It never ends well. And I know it's easy to say, "Well, you don't HAVE to be that way. A sub can still be independent, blah, blah, blah." But I know how I am in that situation. Yes, still independent and strong, but I get caught up in my devotion, I guess. I let myself be walked all over just because of the way I feel for the other person. Of course, this may be more of a testament to the kinds of men I fall for, rather than any real problem in my submissive nature. I haven't learned how not to be taken advantage of, I guess.
The other thing that worries me is tied directly into the first thing. I tend to be viewed by men as some sort of creature to be conquered, I think. They want to have the bad-ass switchy bitch on her knees for them. I know I'm a hard nut to crack, and I've worked hard to be that way, but once I truly open myself to someone, I'm so gooey and submissive and devoted and obedient that it's probably damned annoying. Once I'm to that point, I no longer present a challenge, so they take advantage of me for awhile and then quit me altogether when it ceases being fun. Again, I know this is more about my taste in partners than my brand of submission.
So I want to do this again, but I'm scared. I'm not the kind of girl who falls at just anyone's feet, or else I'd be going through the above every other week. I've gotten pretty good at avoiding the idiots, and I tend to blow off all but the most consistently kind and non-pushy bids for my attention. And then I find myself wondering "What would someone like x, who's so experienced and awesome and wonderful, want with someone with issues and walls like me?"
Blech. I don't know. Maybe I'm worrying for no reason. Maybe it's just something stupid inside my head. My friends tell me to just loosen up and let my guard down just a tiny bit, but I'm afraid to. *Sigh* Am I a hopeless cause, or what?
ETA: This one may or may not stay up for awhile.
