So I was sat here pondering and musing last night in amongst doing other things.
Actually I was waffling and being a right twit.
A thought occurred.
I’m single yet ima slave.
I know isn’t it strange?
I do it 24/7
(I’m on call every hour of every day no matter where I am)
I deal with humiliation
(example one: grocery shopping with my darling when pointed out in a loud voice with finger pointing that the man ‘over there’ is a big fat man … watch me slide into a hole)
I do the consensual nonconsent thing
(I do things I don’t want to do all the time)
I do the service thing
(I cook, clean, laundry, generally make sure everything is done when it needs to be without being asked)
I deal with poop, pee,vomit, snot & tears
(total ick factor but without complaint)
I even have teh slave belly. Srsly … nods. It’s called an incubator for 9 months.
So I must be a slave. Because yano thats what the label implies. Actually there’s a whole kaboodle of you out there that do it. Heh bet you didn’t even know.
Parenting.
The ultimate form of masochism and I love every damn minute of it.
See it’s not about labels at all.
It’s about perception.
It’s subjective.
And this was to totally take the piss and prove a point.
Politically correct people can sod right off.
thepinkpoppet
on Feb 2nd, 2010
@ 13:08:
You took the words right out of my soul..I have always said, once a mommy—you are then a masochistic slave…and when they are grown and gone, you still are. Giving birth seems to give them the right to own you forever. And for me, I would not have had it any other way. But it would be nice if my son would get off his ass and call me once in awhile. Haha.
vanimp
on Feb 2nd, 2010
@ 13:27:
For life. Yep that’s exactly it. It doesn’t get turned off at a whim. I would not have it any other way either my dear
x
Belladonnax
on Feb 2nd, 2010
@ 23:36:
sometimes it gets turned off on a whim. but that’s another story entirely. Nice post.
moltenthought
on Feb 3rd, 2010
@ 00:23:
*TICK*
Yep. I have one of those bellies too. I think giving birth to my children gave birth to other things as well…all sorts of stuff like knowing I like to ride the mountain of pain and stuff and I didn’t even call it pain just that cool space to go to.
I wonder if mine will call me. Hope so. Emails are good too. Or whatever technology has for us by then.
viemoira
on Feb 3rd, 2010
@ 00:48:
I wouldn’t change it for anything either!