First, the truth: I see you, kitten.
I see you out there, submissive to your marrow, longing for control, for purpose, for guidance, for care. And spending all your time cosplaying dominance because you feel you have to.
You cosplay at work. You cosplay in dating. You cosplay in the bedroom.
And all of it: submission. Not the kind you crave – but submission all the same.
You perform dominance because you are submissive to our cultures’ dictates. You perform it because you feel that the women you date expect it of you. Sometimes because they tell you they expect it of you.
But you’re not dominant. You’re an actor in a play you never auditioned for. You submit to the script because you it’s all you’ve ever done. Because it’s safe. Because it keeps your life intact in a world that sees male submission as weak.
Kitten, I’m here to tell you that it isn’t weak.
That going off the script is unusual precisely because it’s fucking brave.
That showing that side of yourself is courageous precisely because much of the world doesn’t understand it.
Which is why you come to me. To rest. To be yourself. To stand in your authenticity instead of the script. And because you know that everything else is just pretend.
This is your real world. And now is your moment to approach.