So one interesting thing going on in my life lately, that’s only been bolstered by the quarantine has to do with my daily routines. This lovely picture you see is a pair of Rearz cloth training pants. One of 5 such pairs I own, and which I’m now wearing pretty much all the time, during the day.
I wake up (hence boot), get ready for the day, and get dressed in one of these bad boys, and get on with my day. Since I’m working 100% remotely these days, that means there’s a good chunk of my day where I’m in my adult, vanilla-aspected headspace, doing my day job, while wearing training pants.
I also during the day do chores around the house, like clean the kitchen, scoop the litter, take out the trash, all that jazz. The training pants kind of help me do that. They’re part of my new normal, where my kink life and my vanilla life aren’t as distinct and separate as they used to be.
It’s really got me thinking lately about identity and perspective, and how they’re influenced by my own ideas about them.
One thing I’m really working on hard lately is relaxing into Mama’s ownership of me, and not steering or putting words in her mouth. She’s said many times how much she likes me being in my trainers. When I’m wearing them, I definitely feel like she’s with me, and has her eyes on me at a distance.
It’s a really good feeling.
