Last year, I let myself grow close to two people who, in the end, didn’t feel the same way about me. I was open and honest about what I was searching for, genuine people who wanted to build something real with me. I craved loyalty, closeness, and a ride or die kind of friendship. But when things became inconvenient for them, they proved they weren’t reliable. They left. They ghosted.
For a little while, that stung. It was disheartening to realize that not everyone who says they want connection actually means it. But the thing about me is, I don’t give up. I don’t let a few disappointments close my heart.
And because I kept going, I met new people. This time, it was other submissives. All different types, littles, brats, service submissives, fellow kajiri. Each with their own personalities, struggles, and strengths. And slowly but surely, we started becoming something special.
We’ve laughed together in our highest moments, and we’ve leaned on each other in our lowest. Somewhere along the way, they stopped being just “people I met” and started becoming my chosen family.
I call them my Cupcake Crew, sweet, colorful, a little messy sometimes, but so beautifully unique. And I am endlessly grateful that our paths have crossed. They’ve given me a kind of friendship I was searching for all along, real, loyal, supportive, and true.
I love them deeply. They inspire me to keep reaching for the stars, to push forward when life feels heavy, and to never give up on myself. And I’ve made a promise in my heart to always be there for them, ride or die, just as they have been for me.
Between my Masters, who guide and ground me, and my Cupcake Crew, who lift and love me, I’ve found something so precious, a home. A place in this world where I am accepted, understood, and embraced exactly as I am.
And for that, I am forever grateful.