I have no clue what to title this :/

On my last post there was a comment made that ended with a question. Since my response would have been a little on the long winded side, I'm making an individual post. It kind of requires a bit of back story to sound right. The comment was:

"...I find it really hard just talking about things, even just the word Daddy is sometimes difficult to say outloud (I'm still getting used to it) because of it's taboo nature. How did you guys "come out" about it?"

What makes him a great Daddy Dom

In the little's group I run on FetLife, a new discussion was started asking what people thought a Daddy should be. It was a coincidence, because while we were playing Cellar Dwellers this week, I passed the storms writing out what my thoughts were on what makes Monster a great Daddy Dom.

Going to start this with a small disclaimer:

These are what my Monster is. I'm not saying it is a standard that has to apply to all Daddies. Just mine.

I see what you did there...

I have nothing to really write about besides the fact that I have managed to grow flowers. For me, that's huge! My mom noticed when she came for a visit. That's saying something. She was suprised they weren't brown and spindly. I am too. Mostly because they were on the brink and half-off at the store. But I have really dedicated myself to these silly flowers. It was actually something Monster said I had to do. Take care of the flowers, he says. Take care of the flowers I have done. All my devotion to these stinkin flowers has led to healthy little plants. They're beautiful and bushy and they cheer me up.

Bleh...

Just want to say...

SINUS INFECTIONS SUCK!

Okay, phew, glad I got that out of my system. Lol. Today I spent the better part of the day in bed. Either asleep or reading. First thing this morning Monster declared me unfit. I was told to take my meds, lay down, and sleep as much as I could. He did the "Daddy fuss" (feeling my forehead, showing concern over a fever, getting medicine for me to take, and then kissing my forehead). It was sweet and exactly what I needed.

Quiet Self Reflection Time #1

I have had time to myself to think, something the Monster Man likes to call quiet self reflection time, and I realized a few things. Some of them are just silly little things and others are bigger.

Sweet Tooth

Monster is a schmexy beast. This afternoon he was mowing and I watched him. Like the suburban mom checkin' out the gardener. I sat in the shade on my tigger and pooh blankie. My storybook/journal in front of me and I was mesmerized. Intoxicated by the sight. He had his shirt off and was working up a pretty good sweat. His muscles flexed with each push and turn of that mower. I saw those flexers and oh sweet pickles. I thought of those arms flexing around me. The way his muscles ripple in his back when he thrusts. Drool. Swoon. Oh, mylanta I need a cold shower. In the background, Marilyn Manson sings out, "I will break you inside out. You are mine, you are mine." I giggled to myself and thought, "why yes, yes. You are mine."

Sunburns and Pretty Flowers

I am a bad blogger/group leader. Bad Nightmare, no cookies! :(

It Isn't Ageplay

I know there's lots and lots of people out there who associate being a "little" with ageplay. For my Monster and I, ageplay doesn't even come close to describing our relationship. Just for a second I am going to describe what the term ageplay (age play, age-play) means to me. And please remember this is my opinion, yours may be different.

Love's Healing & Losing My Littles

Well, I haven't totally lost *all* my little sides. The main one, the 16 ish side, she is still there. Still a big mouth. And still taking the reins 90% of the time. But the littler ones, they just aren't there. The odd thing is...I'm not sad or scared or any other negative thought/feeling. I know if I lost my biggest little side, I would probably flip. Since it is the one in command most of the time. She is one that even my family knows about and accept. They don't know the full extent of her, but they don't bat an eye when it shows. So I feel...nothing, about the others. Maybe they will show up, maybe they won't, but I am not stressing myself over the loss.

Even When I'm Crazy

Warning: This isn't a pretty post. There's some touchy stuff involved and might be trigger-ish for some. I have an entry that I want to add on here and it refrences to situations like this. I am really reluctant to post this, but it helps prove my point in an upcoming post. So read at your own risk.

Sadistic Daddy?

As contradictory as this may sound, it is possible to be both. I know it is something that can be debated to death. There are those that would say that if a Daddy is a Sadist, then he isn't really a Daddy at all. And for those that say that, it is true...for them, but not for me. That's the glory of this crazy world of BDSM and kink in general. You aren't in a cookie cutter relatinship, each one is different and unique. Like building your own sub, (haha) you get to pick and choose what flavors you want. It really is a "to each their own" way to live.

Changes...

"Why me?" the girl asks the man beside her. "What is it about me that makes you love me? I'm nothing important." Some may think she is fishing for a compliment, but in reality, she doesn't understand why he chose her.

"It's because of who you are," he smiles and replies. It's that simple. It's because of who she is, not who he thinks she should be.

Words of Wisdom In the Frozen Food Aisle

Trips to Wal-Mart are never boring with my Monster. We go back and forth with witty banter the whole time. When we reached the spices I was picking up bottles and making up goofy uses for them. I grabbed a bottle of some fancy cinnamon stuff, made my comments, and then went to put it back. Me being the short stuff I am, I couldn't reach the top shelf to put it back. Which only ended up with me knocking all the glass bottles over. In front of an employee! I stuck my finger to my mouth, looked up and around, started humming, and slowly made my way out of that aisle. Monster then started yelling "wait for me! Wait for me! Dont leave me here by myself"! Gee, thanks for keeping it inconspicuous Daddy Love.

What Daddy Means To Me

He is the one that makes my world go round. The one that lights up the darkness and shows me there is nothing to be scared of. He kisses my boo-boos and chases away the scary monsters. He provides me with a love that is so powerful that I am weak from the beauty of it. He listens when I talk and provides his opinion when I ask.

The girl I was...

*Warning: This is going to be long**

The girl I was five years ago… Was broken. She had no hope left, but that which was placed in her son. Faith was an illusion. Not religiously, but faith in people. She had open wounds that felt as though they would never heal. Her mind was a pit of darkness that seemed everlasting She went through her days in a fog. Going with the motions, pretending that inside she wasn’t burning alive. She agreed when people told her “it’s for the better”, “you deserved better”, and the oh so famous, “you don’t need a man to be happy”. At the time she didn’t realize, that indeed, it was “for the best”.