Sick of all these people talking, sick of all this noise
Tired of all these cameras flashing, sick of being poised
Now my neck is open wide, begging for a fist around it
Already choking on my pride, so there’s no use crying about it.
Ironically, I’m sitting in a submissive discussion at the moment (sorry, Morti… I’m paying attention, I promise!) about whether submissives are often considered ‘soft’ and ‘snowflakey’… if they always need refuge and healing, and if that makes us appear ‘weak’.
And even before I ended up at this discussion, I was listening to the song that today’s blog post is based around… so it’s interesting that this is the connection I made with this topic. Haha.
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