An open letter to those who find me threatening
OK, kids. You know the story. You’ve heard me lament about it a bazillion times over the years — losing my beloved tops/spanking partners when they become involved with women who do not accept my existence. It didn’t just happen with ST last year; overall, it’s happened about half a dozen times. I’ve always had things I wished I could say to these women, the ones who find me oh-so threatening, but I never had the chance. Now, you may recall I have yet another who wishes I could be banished from my top’s life. Or from the planet, for good measure. (read here)
Granted, it seems that Steve isn’t going to roll over and allow another to dictate with whom he can or cannot play. However, this is getting tiresome nonetheless. So I thought perhaps it was time to craft a form letter, so every time this happens, I could simply whip it out, change the name and have my say. Here goes my rough draft.
“Dear [insert name here],
I don’t need to introduce myself; you already know who I am. [Insert name] and I have been spanking partners for [insert amount of time] now, and he and I share a special friendship and bond. However, I really can’t understand why you find my presence in his life to be such a threat. I am not his girlfriend, I am not his lover. I have my own boyfriend of many years whom I love very much. Your resentment of me is quite baseless, for many reasons:
1. I am possibly the least threatening female you will ever meet. I have no desire to take what doesn’t belong to me, or to ruin anyone’s relationship. I only wish to keep what I have — my spanking friend and trusted confidante.
2. The odds are that I’m older than you. And, since we’ve been chosen by the same man (for different reasons), chances are my looks/figure/intelligence/what-have-you are on a par with yours. In other words, I am not some femme fatale out to steal your man.
3. There are females out there who dislike other women and have no regard for their feelings. I am hardly one of those. I love my girlfriends and am very loyal to them, and I have never endeavored to be the type of woman whom other women hate. If you would be friendly with me instead of adversarial, I would be very solicitous of your concerns.
And now, [insert name], here’s the part where I’m going to get just a wee bit bitchy, mmmkay? Ready?
You get to see him nearly any day you wish. You are interwoven with his life; you will meet his friends, his family, his kids if he has any. You can go anywhere with him in public, and if you are kinked as well, you can attend scene events with him, as well as all the everyday vanilla events too. You can spend entire weekends with him, go away with him. And last, but certainly not least, you get to have sex with him.
Me? I get to see him for a couple of hours, one day a week. Sometimes not even that often; many things can interfere with our session time, including work, family issues, holidays, illness, etc. He spanks me, soothes me, and then he leaves until the next time. Not much to ask for, really. And yet, you would begrudge me even this, because you can’t stand to have him give anything to anyone else but you.
Shame on you. And how sad. Beneath my hurt and bewilderment, I can almost feel sorry for you. Because living with that degree of insecurity has to be pretty damned unpleasant.
But take heart, dear. Not all of the time, mind you, but much of the time, of the two of us, I am the most dispensable. So I offer you this bit of advice; be as charming and pleasant as you can be. Save your true colors for later; don’t go all jealous psycho-bitch on him until after I’ve been dispatched and am out of the picture. That way, he’ll probably figure he might as well stick around, since his options have been eliminated. Oh, and make damn sure that your sexual skills are superlative. You’re gonna need them. 🙂
What do y’all think? Chances are, I’ll end up deleting this. But it sure felt damn good to write it. 😀