I read an article recently claiming that romanticism had killed love mainly due to setting up unreasonable expectations of how parties should or shouldn’t behave when in a relationship. In fact when you try to fit into the Disney prince/ss type relationship it would be exceptional rather than the norm with disappointment lurking after every… Continue reading of romantic expectations
Fetlife is a bit like a lover you only call if you’re bored, you turn it on and see if anything tickles your fancy hopeful to somehow generate some sort of excitement, peering into your friends profiles to check… like facebook stalking but a little more exciting… check if they have anything new on there,… Continue reading an on/off relationship with fetlife
I’ve decided to take the blog off the public view except for the people that already follow it. it’s a mixture of feelings really but I don’t feel great at the moment and having a vague thought that someone may use the blog to disrupt my life is just a worry/negative thought that I can’t… Continue reading offline
I had started this post a while ago and I think now it’s finally ready to go….I don’t think there is such a thing as a bad daddy in my case however, daddy sometimes thinks he’s a bad daddy mainly due to being busy or forgetful and leaving me hanging. He forgot all about our… Continue reading good daddy, bad daddy
I like to hear from Daddy about anything he wants to share with me, it feels good to know that he feels that he can share with me, I like that. Hearing about a new fancy is on one hand rather exciting, he asks my opinion about how a message can be interpreted as flirting… Continue reading Daddy has a new fancy
The blog was created to explore & process how I feel about the being an adult little, how I feel about myself in this role and how I feel about the person whom I share this with…. what have I accomplished? At the moment it feels like I’m on a long journey that hasn’t ended… Continue reading 100 posts… am I any wiser?
I am able to a certain extent to step out of the spotlight where overwhelming emotions thrive and into a more calm spot. I am no longer escaping the emotion, I am now feeling responsible for it, I own it, brave enough to stand for the consequences of revealing it and strong yet vulnerable enough to let it in.… Continue reading I cry with the lights on