Headless Unicorn Guy

I don’t know about you, but as a guy who’s head’s never been wrapped all that tight the Sweet Submissive Widdle Wifey like Piper goes for both attracts and repels me.

(I’m going through a depresso attack right now, so what’s going to come out on this is raw emotion. Rage.)

Attracts because she’s “safe”. All my life, I’ve been hurt by women, an unbroken string of rejections. And a Sweet Widdle Wifey sure as hell won’t leave me like SHE did. Or hurt me like all the others. Because she won’t have the ability to. Or any choice or say in the matter. She’s SAFE.

Repels because there is no way I could have any respect for a doormat/piece of livestock like that. I’d want to throw my weight around even harder the more she acted the Sweet Widdle Wifey — “What is Thy will, My Lord Husband? How may I better Submit?” Because that’s not a wife, that’s an IT. And how can anyone have any respect for an IT?

And my baggage of unbroken rejections by other women (including the only one I ever thought of marrying — it still HURTS) would just make things worse. After getting shit on by women all my life, I’d get pulled in the direction of wanting payback for what all the others did to me. With interest. And without respect for her as a person to pull me in the back in the other direction until time together rebuilt my ability to Trust — only that roll-over-and-die submission — there’d be nothing to keep me from wiping my ass with her to get that payback.

Because that’s what happens when male/female interaction is reduced to pure Power Struggle, and seasoned with Hurt and Pain. Like both the Femmies and the Dominoinists have done, just in opposite directions. It becomes the Zero-Sum Game: The only way to gain anything for myself is to take it away from the Other. Top OR Bottom, Me OR Her, Us OR Them.