And now the moment that will shape the course of the rest of my blog...
What the hell I mean when I say Femme Daddy. So by combination of the previous two posts this would mean a female identified person who is noticeable or stereotypically feminine in appearance or manner who takes the dominant fatherly role within a kink or leather relationship. So for what that really looks like...
In no particular order, I may two step but I will take the lead always, I have no qualms wearing combat boots with a denim mini, I will beat your ass black and blue but you will carry my bags and set up my scene for me, I will pummel you with my foam bats but they are hot pink, I will give you a lecture about your wrong doings and accompany that with poetry recitation, my Daddy look is conveyed just as strongly from behind mascara and red lipstick, I will kick you with my combat boots...that have embroidered roses up the side, I may wear makeup but I am not afraid to mess it up to teach you a lesson, I may wear a hair fascinator and barrettes and such, but I will pull my hair back to get down to business, I can stand in my girl outfit a toss a drink back or smoke a cigar with the best of the other Daddies, I will use my cock to piss on my boy straight from underneath my skirt, and I know my attachable cock doesn't have to have balls for me to take other people's. =D
So I couldn't tell you really when I knew this was how I identified. There was no single 'Aha!' moment...more a slow coming into my own. I tried the jeans, military pants, boots black shirts thing...but I missed my skirts and the lace and the frills and everything else. Then I swung the opposite way with heels and corsets and the whole nine yard but that sooo did not work. My boy even contemplated the mommy nick as he did something that Daddies don't really have to offer, but again major FAIL. So to once again be blazing trails and starting fires. Here's to the sweet life!
Cheers,
Daddy Rose
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