I mentioned last night that I was feeling a little less sexual than normal. I realized today that I call myself “A Sexual Being” but I’m feeling decidedly NOT sexual. And that’s ok. This isn’t me worrying or fretting. Although, I feel bad for some of my newer followers. You must think I’m some pathetic little basketcase, huh? I promise, if you look back in the archives, there’s some good shit there! No really, go look.
I’ve kept myself feeling like a little most of the day. The side affect (the main affect?) is that I’ve been happy most of the day. I took the day off of work so I had the luxury of spending the majority of the day doing what I wanted to do. And I did it all in my own special little way.
I purposefully dressed in a way that made me feel pretty. Tight jeans, boots, and a creamy, soft sweater that just makes me look freaking pretty! I went to lunch with one of my closest friends where we bitched about work – ’cause that’s what we do. I got my nails done and I shopped. I walked into one store and my little heart just sang. I really need a fairy godmother with a big bank account. I could have purchased nearly everything in the store! I gushed and ooh’ed and ahh’ed and just enjoyed myself.
In the meantime, I found myself in a conversation with a friend who understands D/s very well, and he gave me his definition of what being little means. “To me, being little doesn’t have to mean you call someone Daddy. To me, it is being playful, in non-sexual terms. Wanting to cuddle, have sleepovers, being able to wear cute, girly clothes. Having someone spoil the hell out of you. Kiss you on the head when you’re having a bad day…and many more things.”
Ding, ding, ding, ding, DING! We have a winner, folks! That’s it exactly – with a few more details, of course. And I have a distinct feeling that a lot of littles would agree with his assessment. (I have smart friends. Shh, don’t tell him I said that.)
My sexual desire is down (for whatever reason that I choose not to think about) – unless of course, you’re LSAM or Hyacinth, both of whom I’m totally crushing on in a never-gonna-happen-so-it’s-okay kind of way.
Until it returns, I’m just gonna live life as little as possible. (See what I did there? I made a pun…I know, I’m a riot.) If that makes me not-very sexual, oh well. This too shall pass.
Never say never Kayla… *hugs and kisses* And don’t worry about not being “A Sexual Being.” Because hon, it’s always there, right under the surface, an ember waiting to be stirred into a blazing fire. Believe me, I know. Mwah!
/giggle…if I thought it could really happen, I’d become a nervous wreck…wondering if my hair looked okay or if my breath smelled okay before sitting down to my laptop each night…;)
I’m not worrying…I find it strange…but it’s all good. I got Teddy…it’s me and him against the world! 😉
You have Teddy, I have Hello Kitty. 😉
After house sitting for eleven cats for 12 days, I prefer the inanimate version.
My fool-proof method to make sure I never become a cat lady? Never have cats. 😉
Feel the same at times and I don’t mind being somewhere in the middle of not overly happy, not kinky, not sad, just ok. Don’t mind being there sometimes, its safe.
It is VERY safe.
Nothing wrong with not being “on” all the time. I do love the definition you got as to being little. Enjoy it, have fun with it, and be playful!
That’s the plan! 🙂
the trick to happiness is enjoying the PHASES of life. Some times we are all lust and longing. Some times we just need a good hug and a kiss on the forhead. And sometimes we need spanked until our asses are a perfect shade of crimson. So enjoy your LITTLE phase. It is a nicer place to be than in the darkness of the closet pining over what is not. Enjoy what is.
I agree completely. 🙂
Hmm little kayla is liked as much as obscenely sexual kayla is. Promise.
Yay! /giggle
I admire that you see and celebrate all that you are
I’ve only learned to do it in the last couple of years. I’m all that I have some times. I better get comfortable with myself. I’m going to be with me for a loooooong time. 😉