ON BEING A DADDY
I wish I had a nickel for every time someone, in the BDSM lifestyle mind you, made a comment along the lines of “the Daddy/girl thing is just creepy”. Every time I hear it I want to tell them to fuck off.
I find child molesters abhorrent. Being a Daddy isn’t about some sick child molestation fantasy or disgusting incestuous fantasy. I am a real father and a damn good one. If someone ever mentioned my daughter to me in a sexual way I would likely beat them into a squishy mess.
Being a Daddy is about a building a bond with someone. A bond so deep and so unique that anything less seems like a pale imitation. It is about a sincere desire to help them become the person they want to be.
It is about setting rules and expectations, not to simply punish them for breaking them but because you want them to actually learn something from the rules and expectations.
It is about listening to their aspirations, their hopes, their dreams, their fears, their pain. It is about genuinely caring about all of these.
It is about teaching. It is about being the solid rock that they can cling to when the sea of life is filled with storms.
It is simply about showing them that they are loved, unconditionally. That no matter what rules are broken, no matter what punishments have been delivered, you will always be there to pick them back up and put your arms around them and kiss the tears away.