I have been neglecting this blog since I started it. Not because I don’t have things to write about on this front but mostly because my main blog is getting a lot more traffic and the content I save for here has just been on the back burner.
It’s been a very odd stretch for me, seeing as how I have basically come to the discovery that I’m not really a sissy. That being said, my submissive triggers remain just as strong, I’m just starting to understand more about what they are, where they came from, and what they do to me. It is rather amusing though, that being called a sissy remains a trigger to me, most likely because I never wanted to be associated with the term.
As my depression sets in for the winter I have found myself blocked from easily accessing submissive mental space. This makes me ache. Today while feeling down and searching for an X-mas present for T I ended up stumbling upon some hats on Amazon that I hadn’t found before while searching. I ended up buying them and now I feel guilty and ashamed as I usually do when making purchases of this nature.
Something that goes back to my time with F is that she didn’t want the fur and material colors to match perfectly. She liked it better when the fur would stand out more and make it more obvious that I was a pathetic sissy boy in fur. Old habits die hard and one of the “selling points” of these hats is that the fur pom poms are removable, which should also make them interchangeable… and truer to form (these are some bad photoshops of what they should approximately look like).
I do have fur earmuffs that should match with either color to complete it.
I feel sort of sad and pathetic that this is where my unmet needs and down mood took me (even though this is my first purchase on this front since 2011… still). The fact that I need something like this to obtain the feelings that I desire fills me with shame and self-loathing. Thankfully I have a friend that is dear to me that helps me feel better about it, but I still can’t help feel like I’m something less than a man.
On the upside, I did hold out enough restraint to stop at those two and not delve into a color scheme that we never accumulated much of over the years.
And to think… it’s only Monday.