That Kind of Woman

As Christmas approaches, I've been thinking more and more about commercials like the one above. Not because I believe diamonds are the only way to show love, but because these commercials used to depress the fuck out of me.

I know you're now asking why a string of cheesy, materialistic, over-dramatic ads that help drain the soul of Christmas would affect me so.

For years, I was in a horribly abusive marriage, and one of his most effective tools in controlling me was to strip away any feelings of self-worth. So, when I watched those commercials, all I could think is, "I will never be the kind of woman that inspires a man like that."

It killed me.

Fast forward to now, and all of the steps I've taken to reclaim myself since kicking his sorry ass to the curb, and I realize I've ALWAYS been that kind of woman.

I make the following promises to myself:

1) I promise to never look in the mirror with loathing again.

2) I promise to admire my flaws and know that if someone doesn't find me worthwhile, that's not my problem.

3) Never again will I allow someone else to define how I feel about myself.

4) I promise to never waste time on someone who refuses to love themselves or me.

5) I promise to choose to be happy.

6) I promise to elevate those around me so they too can see their own worth.

7) I promise to never stop believing that I am worth more than all the diamonds in a stupid Kay Jewelers.

8) I promise to let go of the anger and regret as I walk on in my new life.

9) I promise to never sacrifice being myself ever again, because I'm pretty awesome.

What promises will YOU make to show that you are That Kind of Woman (or man)? Leave your promises in the comments so we can all celebrate them.

Every time you see one of those commercials, I want you to remember what you've promised yourself and act on it. You are the only one who can change things for you.

Santa Baby

Interesting thing I discovered about myself this year? I have a Santa Fetish.



Okay, so that picture's not really my fetish or fantasy. To be honest, it wasn't until joking with my pet about sitting on his lap while he was wearing a Santa hat and telling him what I wanted for Christmas that it hit me. The thought of him wearing a Santa costume while I teased him through the velvety red pants and whispered in his ear all the things his naughty girl wanted made me wet.

Now I have plans to get him a full old fashioned Santa costume and perform all sorts of dirty acts with him in it. Of course, that is unless Danny Mountain shows up at my door wearing one. Then I'll just have to prove how naughty of a girl I really am.

So, from me to all of you, Merry Christmas and may you wake up to what you deserve not just this day of giving, but every day. And if you don't have it, go get it!

But keep your paws off Santa, he belongs to The Alpha Pussy!

Just imagine the spanking I'm going to make him give me after he makes his list and checks it twice.