Im a vulnerable praise slut today.

Its been another rough week. Anxiety off the rails, lonelier than ever before, and just this ovwrwhelming feeling like Im a stone thrown into an ocean, sinking and just tossed and turned over and over again by the surf. Its all just really tough. Can anyone really blame me for wanting something easier? Something simpler? Warmer?

Fighting against this capitalistic patriarchal fucking BULLSHIT every day. Its exhausting and fruitless and yet how can I not, yknow? It’s a beast that refuses to die and sometimes I’m in its maw. I dont know, it just all fucking sucks.

I want to be simplified, calmed, shushed, soothed. Praised, not in a bullshit patronizing or condescending way, but genuinely. Submission doesnt have to be so…dickish. I just want a place to lay my head and have my hair stroked. I want to be won, earned. A prize someone actually wants, even if I have to be rendered stupid to actually appreciate it. I doubt any of yall can pull this off considering the state of things as of late but fuck it I guess who gives a shit anymore nothing fucking matters anyway.