I Love Being A Bottom Bitch
(You can view this post like it’s Power of the ISM part 2. This woman explains the effect that the ISM is having on her from a woman’s point of view.) I don’t call J my boyfriend. He is not a boy and is not my friend. He’s my man. I correct people if they refer to him as my boyfriend. I am his, his main girl, his woman, his kitten, his bottom bitch. What did I expect before we met? Before J, I was juggling 3-4 guys, each for over a few months. I loved dating and wasn’t looking for a relationship, but something with consistency. I just wanted to spend time with a guy I had fun with, liked, and had bomb sex with. I was trying to weed them down to just one, but my top two both ended up fizzling out. I was already more confident in myself and with dating than ever before and I loved the thrill of the chase, butterflies, getting all pretty for a date, having someone to text… Girlie shit. The two official relationships I’ve been in were both awful. I was much more i