I’m not a bootblack. I’m just a girl who likes to clean boots.
That’s not a wholly unusual statement for me to make. I’m not a xxxx; I just a girl who does stuff. Hell, I think it was the bulk of my tear filled exceptionable “speech” when I was gifted with the Roehl award at TEASE 2010. After years and years of it, self deprication kinda rolls of the tongue and, frankly, I’d like to think I’m able to self-depricate with humility and ease, letting the moment and spot light pass right on by to it’s next
As as person who has done a lot of exploring in the kinkoverse without a lot of attachtments, I feel like I’m often defining myself by what I’m not. Especially when I’m wandering into new territory. Like I need to throw up a disclaimer before I open my mouth so that, if I accidentally stick my foot in it… well hey. I warned you. I never claimed to be an X!
I’m just this girl who does this stuff.
Now let me be clear – I do some awesome stuff. I love my stuff. And even more -I love my people. And I do have people. I may be notoriously single; but I believe myself to be one of the most readily adopted orphans around these parts. I am blessed. But amongst these blessings, there is a nagging….
I know what A would ask at this point. What would make you feel like an X and then, after we danced around for a bit and would boil down to legitimacy. And he would ask again; what would it take to make you feel legitimate?
What makes anyone feel legitimate in what they do? Letters behind a name, or titles in front? Peer recognition? Self recognition?
As per usual, I’m leaving this post with more questions then answers. I’d be extremely pleased if anyone was so inspired to share with me their thoughts on this subject in the comments.
Now if you’ll excuse me. I’ve got a date with a cup of tea and a whack of questions for Google.