I don’t typically think of the world in terms of male versus female. No worries, I’m a card-carrying feminist that believes I should be paid the same amount as a man doing the same job, that men should be expected to change diapers and rock babies if I can be expected to work and earn a living. But as a submissive, I tend to revel in the separation of men and women, as it relates to D/s.
That doesn’t mean I don’t glory in a little girl power at times. When I have to pick myself up and keep going, always moving forward, that’s my power.
Today has been a day of being reminded of my power – through music. Have I mentioned before how much music speaks to me and for me? Oh, only a million times?
I heard this while I was out today:
I’m a rough and tough, I’m a rough and tough, and nothin’s gonna knock this girl down.
I admit it. I stood a little taller and looked around thinking, “Hell yeah, I am.” I had a swagger in my step that lasted a while.
But then I read Renee’s post, and she just happened to post my personal theme song (at least it is in my head). Well, just the memory of that song makes me feel invincible and well, like titanium.
I’m bulletproof, nothing to lose. Fire away, fire away. Ricochet. You take your aim…
Shoot me down, but I won’t fall. I am titanium.
Oh, and you should see me dance to this one. If that’s not girl power, I don’t know what is.
Sometimes I forget my power, but then I remember.