Someone just asked me “are you a good girl?”

[finalgirl@blackqueer.life]

Someone just asked me “are you a good girl?”

It’s a bit disturbing how much that question is fucking with me.

Because “good girl” to me would be out of my head where the evil fascist loves and controls every thought and action with super strict laws and everything locked down and hyper-regulated.

Being a “good girl” means existing in my body, existing in the moment, allowing myself, opening myself, freeing myself.

I can’t do that. At all. If I have any agency at all, then there is zero chance that will happen. The fascist has way too much control.

Which, I guess, is why I’m so interested in a full power exchange. I don’t want the power taken away from me, I want it taken away from the fucking Nazi in my head.