In 2011 I got a cute message from a girl who called herself Ivy, she had started her own blog about navigating D/S relationships while living in a dorm. She said my blog had inspired her to start sharing, I followed her immediately and thought she was adorable.
Over the years we became good friends, sharing the details we couldn’t post on our blogs, fussing over boys, venting about heart-break, stressing about deadlines and awkward poly situations.
She would send me naked pictures of herself when she was trying to get the nerve to post them on her blog, it never took much fawning for her to be confident enough to share, I teased her for being so brave yet so shy.
Last summer during a tiny chat (some of you were there too, remember?) I shared that I had come to realise the way I “top” my partners when I’m dominant is quite Daddy-like, and that maybe I wanted a little girl of my own. She was quick to comment that the idea of a Femme Daddy made her head spin, and as we talked about it more we realised it was already our dynamic.
Meeting for the first time 2 weeks ago was nerve-racking and strangely comfortable. It’s much easier to play a dynamic long-distance via texts and cheeky gifs than it is in real life. But what made it easy was the friendship we’d spent years developing.
Real life is much more complicated than it is here on my blog, but it didn’t take long before we were chatting and joking and making stupid tumblr references and everything felt, well, normal.
That night as we were on our way out the door we both giggled and snorted at the prospect of taking a photo to share with tumblr…. in our full-length winter coats.
I don’t think anyone else would find this as funny as we did, which is a testament to our unique bond as sassy tumblr-blogging kinky feminists who regularly over-share.
Also she is super short and it makes me feel tall and powerful. ;)