My father was a very dominant, dominating alpha male. He used to shout at me and hit me and belittle and humiliate me. It took years for me to admit, standing by his graveside, that I hated him. It's true, I did hate him. I loved him in some ways and I know he loved me (although he had a funny way of showing it). But most of all I hated him, for what he did to little me.
When I grew up I had chronic problems with lack of self confidence and low self esteem. But having a father like that also meant I felt like to be a man, I had to be dom. To be sub was not manly. So I really struggled with my sub nature.
But actually it is manly to be a sub and I'm happy surrendering my sexuality and submitting to the Goddess in all her sacred forms...
So fuck you, Dad! Fuck you.
